All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

My lips still burned.I walked fast, too fast, my heels hitting the floor in sharp, uneven rhythms that echoed down the hallway like they were calling attention to me. My chest felt tight, like I couldn’t get enough air in, and every breath came out shallow and irritated. I kept my eyes forward, refusing to think, refusing to feel, but it was useless because the moment replayed anyway, over and over again, his face that close, the shock in his eyes, the way I had grabbed him like I had lost my mind.“Nina!”Gregory’s voice came from behind me, distant at first, like it belonged to another world, but then it got closer, louder, until I felt a hand wrap gently around my arm, stopping me mid-step.I jerked slightly, turning to him with a look that was sharper than I intended. “What?”He blinked, taken aback, his brows pulling together. “What do you mean what? I’ve been calling you for the past minute. What’s going on?”“Nothing,” I said immediately, too quickly, my voice tight as I pull

The café was too calm for how loud my head was.Amanda was talking about something—I caught pieces of it, something about a client, a ridiculous meeting, a joke she clearly expected me to laugh at—but the words slid past me without sticking. I sat across from her, stirring my drink long after the sugar had dissolved, the spoon clinking softly against the glass in a rhythm that didn’t match anything except the tension sitting under my skin. My fingers tapped against the table between stirs, restless, betraying everything I was trying to keep contained.“Nina.”I didn’t respond.“Nina.”“What?” I snapped lightly, not even looking up.Amanda went quiet for a second, then leaned back in her chair, folding her arms as she studied me. “Okay… what happened?”“Nothing,” I said immediately, the word automatic, too quick.She raised a brow, unimpressed. “You only say ‘nothing’ when something is very wrong.”“I always say nothing,” I muttered, finally looking at her.“And I always ignore it,” s

I had been seated for almost five minutes now.The soft ticking of a clock somewhere behind me, the faint hum of air conditioning, the rustle of paper as the woman across from me adjusted something on her notepad. It all felt amplified, like the space was forcing me to notice things I would rather ignore.I sat on the edge of the couch, my back straight, my hands loosely clasped in my lap like I was trying to look like I belonged there. I didn’t. The neutral tones of the room, the soft lighting, the carefully arranged furniture—it all felt too intentional, too calm, like it was designed to pull things out of people.I didn’t like that.“What brought you here, Nina?” she asked gently.Her voice was calm and direct, as if she had all the time in the world.I shrugged, keeping my eyes anywhere but directly on her. “A friend of mine, I suppose.”“Not you?” she asked. “This wasn’t your idea?”I let out a small breath, shifting slightly in my seat. “I didn’t say it was.”She nodded once, li

“Okay,” I muttered to myself, dropping my bag and tying my hair back. “We’re doing something normal to end the day.”Cooking counted as normal. I thought.I pulled out ingredients without thinking too much about it, setting them on the counter in a neat line like I was organising a presentation instead of making dinner. The knife felt unfamiliar in my hand when I picked it up, heavier than it should have been, but I started chopping anyway, a little too fast, a little too hard.After a few seconds, I reached for my phone and called Amanda, putting it on speaker as I kept working.She picked up almost immediately. “Tell me you didn’t just call me to say you didn’t go to therapy.”I rolled my eyes even though she couldn’t see me. “I went.”There was a pause, then, “And?”“It was pointless,” I said quickly, chopping harder than necessary. “Completely pointless. She just sat there asking obvious questions like she had discovered something profound.”Amanda hummed softly. “Uh-huh.”“No, se

The bell above the diner door chimed softly as I stepped in, the sound oddly comforting in a way I wasn’t prepared for. The air smelled like coffee and something buttery, warm, lived-in, like the opposite of everything my life had felt like lately. I told myself I was here for food. Just food. Nothing more. I repeated it in my head as I walked in, as if saying it enough times would make it true.“Back so soon?”I didn’t even have to look up to know it was him.I did anyway.Kevin was already watching me, leaning casually against the counter like he had expected me to walk in. His expression shifted the moment our eyes met, not with surprise, but with amusement in a way that made my chest do something I immediately chose to ignore.“I needed breakfast,” I said, my tone neutral as I walked up, placing my bag down like this was routine, like I hadn’t thought about this place at all since last night.“Of course,” he replied, straightening slightly. “And you just happened to remember exact