All Chapters of The best friend i trusted: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

The car went down into the basement.I still had the bag on my lap. My phone was face down. I could feel it buzzing against my leg and I didn’t want to look.Adrian parked and turned off the engine.“This is it?” I asked.“Yes.”I didn’t get out at first.My body was still back in that driveway. Damien being held. Bella screaming for her phone. That woman outside the gate recording us.“If I go up there, it’d look like I chose you,” I said.“You left him. That’s what it looks like. Stop worrying about what people has to say.”“You know that’s not how people will tell it.”He opened his door.“People always talk. Damien is downstairs later if he wants to waste his time. He’s not coming up.”I got out.The garage was cold. Two of his men were already there. They didn’t speak to me. One took the bag. I almost told him to leave it, then let it go. My arms were tired.We went into a private lift.No music, Just the two of us and my reflection in the metal.The lift opened.Adrian unlocked

I sat on the sofa in the same jeans from yesterday, watching the clock like that would bring Adrian back faster.10:04.10:18.10:33.Still nothing.My phone kept buzzing. Messages popping in from Damien, Bella and Mama but I didn’t pick up. Bella wanted me looking stupid. Mama wanted an explanation I didn’t have.I read Bella’s text again and locked the phone.“He’s telling the lawyer you moved in with Vale last night.”My bag was still by the chair. His shirt from last night was on the bed. My ring was on the counter.I felt stuck and restless because I didn’t know what to do or where to start from.The door opened close to eleven.Adrian came in looking tired in that way he refused to show properly.I quickly stood up and started asking questions.“What happened?” “He talked.”“Can you just tell me without doing that? I don’t think this is a time for this.”He put his phone down.“He told the lawyer you planned running away with me. That you used Bella as an excuse. That you packe

I woke up tired and sat on the edge of the bed longer than I needed to. Then I headed to the bathroom to have my bath. I came out and the new clothes were still in the bag. I pulled out jeans and a top and put them on. They fit. I looked in the mirror and thought, this is the same face that bought red lingerie like an idiot.Adrian was in the kitchen.“Brenda said I should come by ten to sign the papers,” I said.“Alright then. I’m taking you.”“I can go by myself.”“I know you can but I don’t want you to.”I wasn’t ready to start this morning’s argument so i agreed reluctantly. I picked my bag. I wasn’t going to waste the morning fighting over a car.It was a 30 minutes drive. Brenda was already there when we got to her office.“You ready?”“Not really but let’s get this over with.”She led me inside her office.Adrian stayed outside.The divorce papers were on the table. My name. Damien’s name. All that mess squeezed into neat lines.“This is your side,” Brenda said. “You left after

I asked to see it.Not because I wanted to. Because if I couldn’t believe he’d do such a thing, my head would keep making it worse.Adrian put the phone in my hand and didn’t say anything else about it.The email was short. That was the part that got me. Damien didn’t even write a lot. He said Adrian used his share to walk into his marriage. He said I was being kept in Vale’s building and the Blackwood company was under threat because he would not hand his wife over. My name was in the middle of it like I was a thing they could pass around.I read it once.Then I read the line with my name again.I gave the phone back with intense frustration burning inside me.“He made it look like you bought me.”Adrian stared at the window.“That’s what he wants them to think.”“You know what??? I can’t deal with this, I’m leaving.”“Where?”“You’re asking like I have no where. I’d first go to my shop. Then I’d leave to my parent’s place…at least,let my head ease from all these tensions. I’m not si

Adrian wanted to take me from that lobby and I told him no, because if I got into his car now the comments under that clip would write the rest of the story for me. He stood there like he had more to say and I didn’t give him the chance. I went home first, changed out of the black dress, and told Mama I was going to the shop.“You just came from that meeting,” she said.“I know, but if I sit here the comments will do the talking and I still have orders to pack.”My father looked at me over the paper.“If anybody comes there to make trouble, you close the door and you call me.”“I will.”The shop looked the same from outside, small and a little dusty in the corner I kept meaning to clean, but my phone already knew it was not the same. I opened the page before I even stepped in and the comments were waiting. People I did not know were under the lift clip writing that I left my husband for Vale, that I was staying in his building, that the bags were being paid for with his money. Somebod