All Chapters of THE DAY MY BESTFRIEND STOLE MY FIANCE: Chapter 21 - Chapter 27

Isolde couldn't understand Adrian’s reluctance to inform Aria of their latest change of plans, but in an almost desperate attempt to please him and save their relationship, she went along with his wishes.But days passed by, and Adrian showed little intention of ever telling Aria that it was time for her to leave, and so once a whole week had passed by since their decision had been made, Isolde decided enough was enough and that it was the right time."We know it seems really sudden, but...we also think it's for the best, not just for us but for you too. You understand, don't you?" Isolde postulated that there was no easy way to tell your best friend that she'd overstayed her welcome, but it had to be done. Her hand was tightly holding Adrian’s forearm as he stood silently behind her."I get it, really I do, so don't worry. You guys want to be alone, and that's completely understandable." Aria responded. She couldn't help but notice that

" Thank you so much for the wine, Lucia and thanks for coming again. We are delighted tonight. Take a seat anywhere, make yourself comfortable and help yourself with the appetitizers" Isolde repeated that mantra for the thirty time that evening. Nearly every single guest had gifted her and Adrian a bottle of bubbly; she was sure they'd have just about enough alcoho to last them till they were well into their fifties. She couldn't help but beam at the mere thought. She and Adrian sprawled out on the couch, ragged and wrinkled, but their love for each other was still as youthful and pure as it was now. "Adrian!" Isolde called out for her fiancé over the roaring music. The night was still young, but the engagement party had been a success so far. The food was great, the company was great, and most of all – it was all about them. She and Adrian, swarms of people had been approaching her most of the evening, giving their well-wishes and blessings to the young couple. "Adrian!" Isolde c

Aria scuttled into the female toilets after her horrific yet bizarre encounter with Celia only minutes before. She apprehensively rushed through the swarms of guests in the hall, struggling to contain her emotions. Through her peripheral vision, she noticed Adrian making his way towards her, but she immediately quickened her pace and continued rushing towards the opposite direction. The thoughts of what they'd been up to only half an hour ago suddenly seemed abhorrent to her, and she felt dirty as the memories washed over her.She entered the tiny bathroom and was welcomed by a sallow-looking Isolde gazing at herself in the mirror. Isolde gyrated her body towards her friend as soon as she heard the door open."Oh my god, what happened to your hair?" Isolde gasped, hands flying towards her mouth in response to Aria’s messy mane. Aria was forced to remember the impact on her skull as the strands of hair had been forcefully wrenched out by the turbulent force that had been Celia."Nothin

When you really think about it, you realise how funny life actually is as a concept. All of us are living our own versions of life, but how many of us actually want to be here? How many of us have an actual purpose to keep on living?Marcus did. Marcus wanted to be here. Marcus had a purpose to keep going on every single day. He was a good son, a great brother, an amazing lover, and the best friend anyone could've hoped for. Yet, out of everyone, his death had been written first.Aria struggled to come to terms with the fact that her older brother, her inspiration and her only remaining hope had left her. What hurt the most was perhaps the fact that she was the cause. One poor decision she'd made had cost her brother his life, and she'd have to live with that mere fact for the rest of her own pathetic life. Except, now there was no reason for her to keep going on, was there?Adrian was riddled with guilt, too. Hours before the funeral had taken place