All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

I woke to the smell of garlic. For a few blissful seconds, I stayed exactly where I was, buried beneath my blankets with my eyes closed while the apartment remained quiet, my head feeling heavy from too little sleep and too much thinking. Between Elena's illness, Marco's arrival, Amanda's interrogation, and Liam's ability to make every conversation in my life more complicated than necessary, I felt like I had aged five years in three days. Then the smell hit me again—garlic, tomatoes, and bread—and I frowned because nobody cooked in my apartment. At least nobody sane. I pushed myself out of bed and shuffled toward the stairs, the aroma growing stronger with every step until I reached the kitchen doorway and stopped. Marco stood at the stove wearing an apron while Italian music played softly from his phone on the counter. Pots simmered, plates covered nearly every available surface, and there was fresh pasta, meatballs, bread, sauce, and enough food to feed a wedding reception.

The airfield felt too clean for how chaotic my life had become.The jet sat there like it belonged to another version of reality—polished, silent, and impossibly expensive under the afternoon light. The kind of thing you didn’t question because questioning it made you aware of how far removed it was from anything normal.Elena practically dragged her suitcase across the tarmac, her excitement so loud it almost filled the space on its own.“This is insane,” she said again, stopping long enough to stare up at the jet like it might disappear if she blinked. “This is actually insane.”Marco followed behind her, slightly slower, still adjusting to the weight of the moment. “This Liam guy,” he said, shaking his head with a small smile, “is very generous. This is not normal travel.”I didn’t even look up from adjusting my coat sleeve. “You’ll get used to not normal very quickly around here.”Elena gasped like I’d just confirmed a prophecy. “That is not comforting, Nina.”“It’s honest,” I sai

The moment I stepped out of the hotel, I regretted agreeing to this.Not because I didn't want to help Elena. I did. I always would. The problem was that Elena's version of helping involved approximately nine hundred tasks, three impossible requests, and one item that should have been illegal.I stopped beside a stone planter near the entrance of the Grand Hôtel Bellarosa and opened the notes app on my phone. Decorations. Party favours. Flowers. Champagne. Games. I scrolled lower, saw the final item, and immediately considered throwing my phone into traffic.Male stripper.I stared at the screen, then stared at it again before a familiar voice interrupted my suffering."You're making a face," Liam said.I looked up and found him walking toward a dark sports car parked near the curb. For once, he wasn't dressed like he was about to attend a board meeting. There was no jacket, no tie, just a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. Annoyingly casual. Annoyingly attractive. An

The ballroom downstairs looked like someone had tried to bottle happiness and pour it into décor.Soft floral arrangements lined every table, pale ribbons draped from ceiling fixtures, and the kind of music that was carefully chosen to sound effortless played through hidden speakers. Guests were already arriving in waves, smiling, greeting each other, holding champagne flutes as if they belonged here more than I did.I stood near the entrance, clipboard in hand, forcing my face into something resembling calm while my phone pressed against my ear.Marco answered on the second ring.“Nina?” he said immediately, already sounding tense.“Have you seen Elena?” I asked, stepping slightly away from the crowd so I could hear properly. “She’s not here yet.”There was a pause on his end.“No,” Marco said slowly. “We left each other about an hour ago. She said she was heading back to the hotel.”I frowned. “She never arrived.”“That’s impossible,” he replied instantly. “She—she wouldn’t just dis

I barely slept because every time I closed my eyes, the conversation replayed itself.Kevin's face, his voice, and the look in his eyes when he said he didn't like who I was around Liam kept circling through my mind as I rolled onto my back and stared at the ceiling of my hotel suite.It wasn't a breakup, and that was the important thing.Couples fought, normal couples fought, people disagreed, people said things they didn't mean, and people got jealous, but that didn't automatically mean the relationship was falling apart.At least that was what I kept telling myself, although the speech sounded less convincing every time I repeated it.By eight in the morning, I had given up on sleep entirely.The rest of the day passed in a blur of wedding preparation as florists needed answers, guests needed directions, vendors needed confirmations, someone misplaced seating cards, and someone else misplaced a bridesmaid. I wasn't entirely sure how that happened.Through all of it, I moved from on