Chapter 2

Simone choked out through tears, "Summie, I understand how you feel right now."

It was bullshit! Summer knew Simone well. They were best friends after all. So, she knew, better than anyone else, that Simone was only putting up an act.

However, what boggled Summer's mind was that Hank also knew Simone well! So, Summer had no idea how he would fall for someone like her!

"I'm sorry, Summie …" Hank said apologetically with a shrug of his shoulders yet his hand remained steadfast on Simone's waist.

His handsome face, which she had loved so much, was like a stranger's face to Summer right now.

She composed herself. She refused to lose control right now.

"You don't have to apologize. If anything, it's my fault for being so stupid and loving someone like you …"

Summer then grabbed her bag to leave. She was in a mess right now, and she couldn't stand dealing with either of them.

Hank froze at Summer's words. There was a flash of anger in his eyes. However, before he could do anything, Simone placed a delicate hand on his chest as she purred, "Hank, don't be mad. Summer is just having a hard time accepting this. Just leave it to me …"

Simone then jogged to catch up with Summer. When she got to her, she lowered her head to whisper in her ear, "I bet you never expected this, Summer. Hank and I have already slept with each other. If I'm not mistaken … it should be when you shared your first kiss with him!"

Simone's tone was triumphant and sly as she continued, "Oh, I almost forgot. You're famous for being a woman with traditional values, aren't you, Ms. Charter? It took you two whole years to give him your first kiss. I still remember how silly you sounded when you told me about it …"

There was a ringing in Summer's ears as she felt her face burn.

She was furious.

Never in her life would she have expected that her boyfriend and best friend would hook up on the very day she had her first kiss!

What was the point of being in such a long relationship then?

Summer couldn't take it anymore. She wondered why she was even trying to look composed!

As if on cue, a waiter walked by holding a tray of coffee. Summer glanced at the coffee mugs. She didn't even hesitate as she snatched one of them and threw the coffee at Simone's face.

She didn't need class when dealing with such a shameless bitch.

Since Simone hadn't expected that Summer would do something like that, she didn't manage to dodge the incoming coffee. Her perfectly made-up face was completely drenched.

Simone was stunned at first, but when she came to her senses, she let out a blood-curdling scream.

The customers of the coffee shop all also wore similar expressions of surprise. The poor waiter, whom Summer had snatched the coffee from, was rooted to the spot.

Hank rushed forward to the both of them and yelled, "Summie! You've gone too far this time!"

Summer turned, ignored all the chaos, and stormed out with a mocking smile on her lips.

She had gone too far?

Did either of them think about whether they'd gone too far when they'd betrayed her?

Against her better judgment, she turned back to see what was going on.

Simone was crying on the ground. A mixture of snot, coffee, and tears streamed down her face. She looked like a pathetic mess.

Hank was right next to her, gently dabbing the coffee from her face and consoling her softly.

Simone also flailed her arms trying to clean the coffee from her clothes. As she did so, a pink diamond ring sparkled on her ring finger.

Summer bit her lip bitterly at that realization and left without looking back.

She wasn't sure how far she'd walked before she finally slumped on the ground and allowed her tears to stream down her face.

Her heart felt as if it were being stabbed with a thousand knives. She couldn't breathe from the pain.

Summer couldn't pretend as if she didn't care. She had been in a relationship with Hank for many years. She had also always been under the impression that it had been perfect, and yet …

Perhaps it was because she was too naive.

Perhaps that was why she never once thought that Hank had been faking his love for her.

She cried on the streets for a long while. As if the skies were crying too, it began to rain.

The summer rain had started off as a drizzle but eventually became a downpour, drenching Summer completely.

To rub salt into her wounds, her high-heeled shoes snapped in half.

The night was cold. In the pouring rain, Summer crumpled to the ground again and allowed herself to cry as much as she wanted.