All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

LIAMThere I was, standing outside Nina’s door for a long while, my hand hovering just short of knocking like I was debating something I didn’t want to name. I knocked anyway, the sound controlled and deliberate, sharp against the stillness.There was a pause on the other side. Just long enough to register.Then the door opened.And for a second, I didn’t move.I hadn’t expected her to look like that. I wasn’t sure what I had expected, but it wasn’t this. Something in my chest tightened, subtle but immediate, and I caught it too late to fully hide it. My gaze lingered a fraction longer than it should have before I forced it away, straightening slightly, resetting my expression.She noticed.Of course she did.Before either of us said anything, Amanda appeared behind her, leaning casually against the wall like she had been waiting for this moment. “Well,” she said lightly, her eyes flicking between us, sharp despite the relaxed tone. “This looks… intense.”“Nobody asked you,” Nina mutt

The bell above the diner door chimed softly as I stepped in, shaking a few drops of rain from my sleeve. The air inside was warm, carrying the smell of fried food and something sweet, something familiar enough to make my shoulders loosen just a little. It was quieter than usual, a low hum of conversation tucked beneath the steady tapping of rain against the windows.I slid into a booth near the counter, brushing my fingers against the table like I needed to ground myself before I spoke. A woman approached a moment later, her smile easy, practised but not fake.“What can I get for you?” she asked.“Milkshake,” I said, barely glancing at the menu. “Vanilla.”She nodded. “Coming right up.”I hesitated, then added, “Is your boss around?”Her smile shifted slightly, amused. “Kevin? He stepped out, but he’ll be back in a moment.”I nodded. “Okay.”She left, and I leaned back slightly, watching the rain slide down the glass in uneven streaks. My fingers tapped lightly against the table, rest

I didn’t realise how quiet my office could feel until it wasn’t.Amy was sitting across from me, legs tucked under her chair, gesturing wildly with a fork like she was presenting a case to a jury. “And then he says, with full confidence, ‘I thought the deadline was next week,’ and I just stared at him like… are you serious right now?”Ralph snorted from the corner, leaning back with his usual detached calm. “That’s not confidence. That’s delusion.”I let out a small laugh before I could stop myself, shaking my head as I picked at my food. “That’s what happens when people don’t read emails.”Amy pointed at me immediately. “Exactly! Thank you. See, this is why I like you.”“You like me because I agree with you,” I replied dryly.“I like you because you’re efficient,” she corrected, then grinned. “The agreement is just a bonus.”Ralph tilted his head slightly, studying me. “You’re in a suspiciously good mood.”I raised a brow. “Am I?”Amy leaned forward, narrowing her eyes. “You’re smili

I didn’t look at Elena immediately. I stayed where I was, near my desk, my fingers brushing lightly against the surface like I needed something solid to hold onto. Then I exhaled slowly and turned back to her.“So,” I said, my tone shifting, smoothing out, controlled. “How long are you staying?”Elena watched me for a moment before answering, like she could see the shift happen in real time. “A few weeks,” she said. “Marco booked me into a hotel nearby. The Grand Meridian.”I nodded once. “That’s… convenient.”“It’s close to here,” she added, like that mattered.“Clearly.”There was a small pause before I moved toward my chair and sat down, gesturing vaguely toward the one across from me. “Sit.”She did, folding her hands loosely in her lap, still watching me like she was trying to read something I wasn’t giving her.“When’s the wedding?” I asked, picking up a pen and tapping it lightly against the desk.“September,” she said. “In Italy. Near Florence.”“That’s soon.”“It is,” she agr

“So,” I said, narrowing my eyes slightly. “Marco.”Elena laughed softly. “You’re not wasting any time.”“I’m not here to waste time,” I replied. “Start talking.”She took a sip of her wine, clearly enjoying herself. “What do you want to know?”“Everything,” I said. “Where you met, how long you’ve known him, when he proposed, why you said yes. All of it.”She smiled into her glass. “You already know where we met.”“In Italy,” I said. “During your program. I want details.”Elena shook her head slightly, amused. “You haven’t changed.”“I have,” I said flatly. “Now talk.”She adjusted slightly on the couch, tucking her legs under her. “We met in one of my classes. He was late, walked in like he didn’t care, sat next to me, and asked if I had notes.”I raised a brow. “And you just gave them to him?”“I ignored him,” she said. “At first.”“Good,” I muttered.She laughed. “But he kept showing up. Not just to class—everywhere. Coffee shops, study groups, random events. It got… hard to ignore.