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, it’ll 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
Seeing the name “Thomas” flashing on the phone screen, my right eyelid started twitching. Seeing me hesitate to answer the call, Emilia anxiously nudged my arm. She said, “Claire, what are you doing? It’s your husband’s call. Answer it quickly.” After saying that, she didn’t wait for me to refuse and directly answered the call for me. The next second, Thomas’s voice came through. “Claire, have you gotten in the car?” I could only say, “Yes, I got in the car.” Thomas asked again, “Claire, is your seat on the outside?” This sentence instantly made me alert. I asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you suddenly asking this?” Thomas smiled and said, “Why don’t you pay more attention when you’re out? Emilia is pregnant, sitting inside would be very inconvenient.” Hearing his words, Emilia kept nodding. “See, Claire. You should have let me sit outside.” I ignored what they said and hung up the phone directly. I said to Emilia, “Emilia, if you want to change seats, ask someone else. I don’t want to switch.” Rejected again, Emilia’s face turned very unpleasant. She held her phone and started typing. I don’t care who she’s messaging. I just want to know why Thomas is helping Emilia. Could it be that they have a secret they can’t let others know? I shook my head and quickly ruled out that possibility. Emilia and I have been friends since middle school, and I met Thomas through a blind date. Before this, they didn’t know each other at all. What’s more, Emilia was already married before I met Thomas. And ever since Emilia got married, I’ve rarely seen her. She said she spends all day at home learning from an etiquette teacher. Even when she goes out, she has bodyguards with her. Even if they wanted something to happen, it’s impossible. To make sure nothing goes wrong, I got up and pushed the suitcase further into the luggage rack. I completely ignored Emilia’s resentful gaze the whole time. During that time, we didn’t say a word. Two minutes before the next stop, Emilia stood up. She impatiently nudged my leg. “Move. I need to get out.” I immediately became alert. “Where are you going?” Emilia sniffed. “I need to use the restroom. Move quickly, I can’t hold it anymore.” Hearing her words, I immediately stood up and moved to the aisle, making room for Emilia. Emilia shot me a fierce glare, then went to the restroom. Looking at the overhead luggage, I still felt a bit worried. The station announcement for arrival sounded again. As passengers got off, Emilia calmly walked up to me. She said, “I want to go in.” I stood in the crowded aisle, my eyes never leaving Emilia. She slowly walked toward the seat. Suddenly, the luggage rack shook. Immediately, the suitcase I had placed earlier fell straight down. I froze, because this scene was exactly the same as in my previous life. The suitcase landed right on Emilia. She instinctively sat down on the seat. The suitcase jolted and then landed directly on her stomach. In an instant, Emilia let out a cry of pain. “My stomach! It hurts so much!” The passengers who were about to get off quickly moved aside, making way for the male police officer Michael Gray and the female attendant Alice Morgan. I stood there in a daze, the smell of blood rushing into my nose. My body reacted faster than my mind. I rushed over and asked, “Emilia, are you okay?” Emilia didn’t answer me and kept crying out in pain on the seat. Soon, she was lifted onto a stretcher and sent to a nearby hospital. As her companion, I went along with her.
The doctor, as required, informed Emilia’s family, while I waited anxiously outside the operating room. All of this was too similar to what happened in my previous life. The only difference is that this time I found a witness. Earlier, when Emilia went to the restroom, I called Alice over, and together we pushed the suitcase further into the luggage rack. We only stopped when there was no gap left behind the suitcase. I know the train runs smoothly, and I placed the suitcase securely. How could it fall for no reason? I couldn’t figure it out, so I turned to Alice, who had just helped me with the suitcase, for help. Alice also found this very strange and even had the relevant staff pull up the surveillance footage. She asked in confusion, “How could the suitcase suddenly fall?” In the surveillance footage, when Emilia stood in front of my seat, preparing to move in, the suitcase suddenly fell without warning. The scene was so bizarre that everyone present was too shocked to speak. I took the chance to grab Alice’s hand, hoping she could help prove my innocence. Alice, though a bit confused, still agreed. The surgery ended quickly. The doctor helplessly announced the news of Emilia’s miscarriage. The doctor said to her, “Your abdomen suffered severe impact, which made the surgery more difficult. “After being discharged, you still need to rest well. It’s best to avoid intense marital activities for half a year.” After explaining the precautions, the doctor left the ward with the nurse. I carefully pushed open the ward door and was immediately hit by a strong smell of medicine. At this moment, Emilia’s face was pale, and she gazed at the ceiling with reluctance. Just like in the previous life, she refused to talk to me. Over half an hour later, Emilia’s family arrived. Perhaps because the journey was too far, only Robert came this time. Robert anxiously pushed me aside and ran toward Emilia lying on the hospital bed. The moment they embraced, Emilia’s cries filled the entire ward. Emilia cried, “Robert, our baby is gone. What do we do? What do we do?” Robert gently patted her back and comforted, “It’s okay. It was just an accident. We’ll have more children in the future.” Emilia shook her head. Then, she broke free from Robert’s embrace and glared at me fiercely. She pointed at me and said, “No! This wasn’t an accident. Claire killed our baby.” Robert scanned me up and down with a sharp gaze, and I got goosebumps all over. I tried to calm down and explained, “Emilia, it was just an accident. I secured the suitcase firmly. As for why it suddenly fell, the train police are already investigating.” A trace of panic flashed in Emilia’s eyes, but she quickly regained her composure. She shook her head frantically and said, “No! It’s not like that.” “You killed my baby. You placed the suitcase. Of course, you won’t admit it now.” Alice, unable to bear it, stepped in to explain, “Ms. Murphy, I understand how painful it is to lose your child, but this really has nothing to do with Ms. Thompson. We placed the suitcase together.” Emilia suddenly became aggressive, interrupting Alice and saying, “Who do you think you are? What does this have to do with you?” She gasped heavily, then turned to me and said, “Claire, I never thought you were so scheming. You even brought in a so-called helper? Do you think this will clear your suspicion?” As soon as Emilia finished speaking, the hospital room door was pushed open. Thomas walked in, followed by Michael.
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