After Swapped Seats,My Friend Had a Miscarriage

chapter 1

The holiday had just started when my good friend Emilia Murphy bought train tickets and invited me to visit Carmel.

After boarding, I had just placed my luggage when Emilia asked to switch seats.

She pointed to her belly and said, "Claire, I'm pregnant. If I sit inside, it'll be inconvenient for me to use the restroom. Can we switch seats?" Claire Thompson is my name.

Faced with Emilia's request, I agreed without hesitation. But I didn't expect that as soon as Emilia sat in my original seat, an accident happened.

The suitcase I had just placed on the luggage rack suddenly fell and landed right on Emilia's belly.

Emilia was in severe pain, clutching her belly and screaming for help. Seeing the blood spreading on her belly, I panicked too. I quickly called the train police and rushed Emilia to the hospital.

However, after arriving at the hospital, Emilia falsely accused me. In front of her husband Robert Evans and Robert's mother, she loudly questioned why I wanted to harm her child.

Emilia said, "People told me you were jealous that I married a rich man and warned me to be wary of you. At the time, I didn't believe it. I never thought you could be so cruel."

My husband Thomas Rivera rushed over and even became a witness against me. He looked at me in shock and said, "Claire, so what you said before about wanting to make Emilia miscarry was true."

I had no chance to explain and was forcibly taken to the basement by Robert, where I was eventually tortured to death.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself back one minute before the train started.

Emilia blinked her innocent eyes.

She shook my arm while saying, "Claire, let's switch seats. If I sit inside, itll bother you when I move in and out."

Hearing those familiar words, I realized I had been reborn.

Looking at the hateful face in front of me, I smiled, calmly distanced myself, and said, "It's fine, I won't mind you being a bother."

Not getting the answer she wanted, Emilia's smile froze instantly.

She sneaked a glance at her phone, then raised her voice and said, "Claire, switch seats with me."

"I'm pregnant, and I need to go to the bathroom from time to time. Sitting outside would be more convenient."

Saying that, she stood up directly.

With just over ten seconds until departure, Emilia visibly grew anxious.

I pointed to the overhead luggage rack and said, "Emilia, you should sit inside."

"What if the suitcase on the rack suddenly falls and hits you?"

"You're pregnant now, and you're with me. If anything happens to you, how could I explain it to your husband?"

As I spoke, I secretly observed her reaction.

Sure enough, after hearing my words, Emilia's face instantly turned gloomy.

After she angrily sat down, the train started moving.

The air conditioning breeze hit me, instantly calming me down. Memories of my past life flooded into my mind like a tide.

In my previous life, the suitcase fell and hit Emilia's stomach.

After I took her to the hospital, the child in her womb couldn't be saved.

Worried about another accident, I stayed by the hospital room door. During that time, I wanted to check on Emilia, but she directly drove me out.

What I didn't expect was that as soon as Robert and his mother arrived at the hospital, Emilia accused me of my "crime" right in front of them.

Emilia asked, "Claire, why did you switch seats with me?"

Then, she pretended to suddenly understand and said, "I get it. You planned this all along."

"The suitcase was placed by you. You deliberately didn't secure it."

Emilia's eyes were red, and she looked at me as if she wanted to kill me. She asked again, "Claire, why did you do this?"

I widened my eyes and said, "Emilia, what nonsense are you talking about? It was clearly you..."

Before I could finish, Robert's mom slapped me directly. Then she yelled, "You vile woman, you killed my grandson. I'll make you pay!"

I was about to explain when the hospital room door suddenly opened. Thomas hurriedly jogged in.

I thought he was here to help me, but I didnt expect him to directly confirm my "guilt."

Thomas said, "Claire, Emilia just told me about this on the phone."

He clutched his chest, looking heartbroken. "I originally thought what you said at home was just out of anger, but I never expected you to actually dare to do this."

His two sentences pushed me straight into the abyss.

Robert directly called the bodyguards, dragged me away, and locked me in a dim basement.

Until my death, I never understood why Emilia, as a good friend, would frame me, and why Thomas would help her do it.

I clenched my fists, my nails digging deep into my palms. The pain quickly calmed me down.

At this moment, I suddenly noticed my surroundings.

This time, we took a second-class carriage to Carmel. This was totally not Emilia's style.

Since marrying a rich man, her spending level has skyrocketed several notches.

She has luxury cars picking her up, and she can buy whatever she likes on a whim. Usually, when traveling, she mostly takes flights.

Even if she didnt fly, she would take the business class on trains. But today, she actually chose a second-class carriage.

A terrifying thought suddenly crossed my mind.

It seems the one who had planned all along to frame others is Emilia.

While I was deep in thought, a call suddenly came in.