Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I turned down Logan's suggestion to apologize, using a headache as an excuse to retreat to my room.

He knew something was off, but didn't push it, telling me to rest before heading out.

I knew exactly where he went―straight to Whitney.

Sure enough, a little while later, Logan played the doting boyfriend and brought me a warm glass of milk.

He wore an earnest smile, but there was a smudge of lipstick near the corner of his lips in Whitney's signature shade.

"Drink some milk, Hailey. It helps you relax. You seem off these past two days―did something happen?"

As the cup reached my lips, I paused.

I suddenly remembered that whenever I drank something Logan brought me, I would sleep unnaturally heavily.

The night I overheard their affair was only because my stomach had been upset, so I had taken just two sips.

Could it be...?

A cold sweat broke out across my back. Logan's smile now looked sinister and chilling.

Unaware of my thoughts, he kept urging me gently: "What's wrong? Do you need me to feed you?"

"Come on, drink up and get some sleep. We have a long drive back tomorrow, so you need your rest."

I shook my head. "I don't want it right now. Just leave it on the nightstand."

His expression stiffened, but he couldn't force me. He hesitated before giving in.

"Alright, just remember to drink it soon. Cold milk might upset your stomach."

He nagged me a bit more, leaving only after seeing that I had no intention of drinking it right then.

The second he closed the door, I dumped the milk down the sink, crawled under the duvet, and pretended to be sound asleep.

Sure enough, after a while, the bedroom door clicked open as Logan returned to check on me.

Whitney followed right behind him.

Seeing me motionless, they both relaxed, and their behavior quickly turned shameless.

After a rustle of fabric, disgusting moans filled the room.

They were actually brazen enough to do that right beside my bed!

"You're terrible," Whitney giggled breathlessly. "Doing this right next to her... aren't you afraid she'll wake up?"

"Afraid of what? I put a double dose in her cup tonight. Look at her, out like a dead pig. She dared to make my baby Whitney mad, so she deserved it."

Whitney smirked. "You treat me so well. Hailey's been acting weird lately, ignoring me and refusing to buy me gifts! Do you think she found out something...?"

"No way," Logan said, kissing her passionately to reassure her. "I covered my tracks completely. There's no evidence."

"Besides, with how much we pretend to fight, she'd never suspect us. Once we get back, we can try even dirtier things..."

Logan's words were swallowed by sloppy kissing sounds.

Waves of disgust crashed over me. My fingernails dug so deep into my palms that they almost drew blood.

Logan's betrayal broke my heart, but Whitney's sheer malice was even harder to swallow.

Whitney came from a poor background, and during freshman year, several bullies made fun of her thick rural accent.

They had even tried to take away her need-based scholarship.

I couldn't stand seeing her bullied, so I marched straight to the dean's office with her to demand justice.

Later, because I often worked late in the lab and didn't want to disturb my dorm mates, I moved into an off-campus apartment.

When she heard about it, she begged to move in with me, despite having no money for rent.

I told her to just cover her share of the utilities while I paid the entire rent.

Just like that, we lived under the same roof and became inseparable best friends.

I shared everything with her, never hesitating to buy her things she liked.

We had once gotten drunk together, swearing we would be best friends for life. How did it come to this?