Deal With My Best Friend

Eliana's POVMy hands trembled as I gazed upon the picture on the phone. My husband, Calvin Franco, was exceptionally affectionate and fed a powdered sugar and blueberry pastry to the new model he hired in his company six months ago, Kylia Sinclair. It had been more than clear to me that she was his new sidepiece. I had known, seen the clues, caught the red flags... But— I kept ignoring them. Ignoring them and turning a blind eye because I thought... he loves me. He wouldn't dare be unfaithful. He wouldn't dare cheat on me, I am the love of his life. No! There is no way! Boy— was I wrong?The notification of Kylie's Instagram came as I sat at the reception of his office while I waited for him to come out so we could leave for his mother's house and celebrate the birth of his sister's new baby. Yes, Kylie was stupid and daring enough to send me a friend request, and I approved it. I approved it thinking she was a nice girl, a friendly girl like the rest of the supermodels he

First things first. After I recorded my dear husband getting a blow job from his side piece, I saved it, sent it to myself in an encrypted email, and then sent it to my lawyer, Shannon. It wasn't long before she called back, furious, and ready to leave the office, wanting to burn down his office for me."No need. We'll do as you said. Get him in court. I trust you'll leave him with nothing." "Damn right! How dare he?" She was angry. Angrier than me.Actually... I was done being angry.I needed to think clearly, no emotions or anger involved."Look, let's just continue with our plans for the night. Let's meet up with the girls. I need to forget everything that is happening now, and get drunk!" I said as I began to walk out of his office.The receptionists in his office were returning. One, giving me a side look, the other one scuffed, rolling her eyes. Both are holding a hot cup of coffee."Good ridence." She says flipping her hair."I'm all for it. We haven't hung out in so lon

(Third Person POV)"Why isn't Eliana with you, Calvin? She is your wife. Why in the world did you have to bring your... mistress? You can't keep bringing Kylie with you to every family event. Do you have any idea what this can do to the family?" Sarah, Calvin's mom says.Though she whispered, you could hear the anger in her voice as she threw daggers with her gaze at Kylie who smiled, smuggling."Mom, how many times do I have to repeat myself? Nothing is going on between Kylie and me. I couldn't come by myself, that's why I brought her." "No. That's why you had to bring your wife. Not this... hussy!" Sarah says, pointing discreetly at Kylie."I told you, my wife is at home. She didn't feel well, so she stayed home." Calvin says nonchalantly. "Oh... how convenient, isn't it?" Sara adds, making Calvin puff his cheeks frustratingly, running his hand through his wavy hair."Calvin, it's obvious your mom is uncomfortable with me here. Maybe I should go. I don't want to inconvenience anyo

Eliana's POV I glanced at Brooks. His eyes were a mixture of worry and anger. What am I supposed to say? Yeah, you were right Brooks, I messed up. I picked the wrong guy! I should have listened! Sigh— but it wasn't that easy. Deep down, whether I wanted to admit it or not... Calvin's betrayal, his affair, and the broken promise we made at the altar still hurt. And it hurt deeply. I only pretended to be strong and put on a false mask of being okay. And with that thought... it finally hit me again. The feeling of loneliness. The feeling of betrayal. All the hurt, the resentment, and anger that had been building inside of me since the first sign of his affair finally caught up. I felt the bitter and painful knot building in my throat. My chest is tightening with the sense of having failed to keep the man I loved... to keep his interest in me. My tears stung as they welled up in my eyes, blurring my vision. Brooks' eyes went from an angry scowl to worry. He loosened h

Ellie's POVI stumbled my way inside my home. The double doors seemed heavier tonight. Or perhaps it's just that I am far too tired, too drunk, and feeling my body heavy from the long night of drinking.I grunted, as I leaned closer against the door and pushed it open.One of the younger house maids, Daniela, rushed over, holding my hand as she saw me dragging my feet inside."My lady. You're finally home." She says as she helps me to the couch, and takes my purse, placing it on the coffee table next to the sofa."Daniela, my feet are aching. I think I drank a little too much." I said as I slumped my body, closing my eyes as I grabbed one of the small pillows and placed it under my head.Daniela chuckles, grabbing one of the fleece throws, placing it over me, and sighing."I'm just glad you're home safe, ma'am. By the way-" she says, changing her tone to a bit of concern as she looks towards the stairs."Ma'am... is... everything alright between you and... Mr. Calvin?" she asks, maki