All Chapters of The best friend i trusted: Chapter 61 - Chapter 68

Adrian kept his hand near the intercom for a second after the front desk hung up.“He’s still there,” I said.“Yeah.”“What if he starts shouting?”“Then security deals with him. You’re not going down there.”I sat on the sofa and rubbed my hands on my knees. Knowing Damien was in the same building, even if it was only the lobby, made my stomach twist.Adrian sat next to me.“You alright?”“Not really.”“He doesn’t get up here. That’s what matters.”A few minutes later the intercom rang again.Adrian answered.“Mr. Vale, he’s asking to leave a message for Ms. Sophia. He says it’s important.”“No. If he has something to say, he sends it to her lawyer. That’s it.”“Understood.”The call ended.I leaned back.“He’s not going to just walk away.”“Maybe not. But he also doesn’t get what he wants because he showed up.”We waited. The apartment felt too quiet. I kept expecting another ring. When it came, the front desk sounded fed up.“Mr. Vale, security is with him now. He’s getting loud. D

I kept reading the comment like maybe the words would change.Ask the owner why she’s been at private clinics with Adrian Vale.It was under an old photo of bags. On my business page. Just sitting there.Adrian had his phone out already.“I’m sending it to Brenda. Don’t reply yet.”“If I don’t say anything, people will think it’s true.”“If you say the wrong thing, it’s worse.”I got up and went to the kitchen. I didn’t even know what I wanted there. I just opened the fridge, closed it, and stood with my hand on the counter.“That’s my work page,” I said. “Not even my personal account. They’re putting this on my shop.”“I know.”“So we just leave it?”“No. We would definitely deal with it but we have to be careful.”I turned and looked at him.“Careful hasn’t done much for us so far since all these saga started.”He didn’t argue.By the time I checked again, somebody had liked the comment. Then a reply appeared under it.What clinic?My stomach dropped.“You see…It’s starting,” I sai

The second photo hit harder than the first.Same day.
Different angle.
Closer.My hand was on my stomach.I didn’t drop the phone. I just stood there with it in my hand like the screen had teeth. My first thought wasn’t even Damien. It was pure shame, hot and immediate, the kind that climbs your neck before you can stop it. Then anger came in right behind it. Then fear. All of it stacked so fast I couldn’t separate them cleanly.Adrian took the phone from me.He looked at the picture once and his jaw locked.“Brenda. Now.”I forwarded it. My fingers felt thick. Slow. Like they belonged to somebody else.“They’re not guessing anymore,” I said. “That photo looks like proof.”“It’s still a photo taken without consent,” he said. “That doesn’t give them rights.”“It gives them a story. And people care more about stories than rights.”I walked away from him because standing still made the panic worse. The living room felt smaller than usual. The windows too bright. My heart was beating in m

I was discharged two days later.The doctor made it clear before I left. Have a lot of rest, and always take water. No more running around on stress and anger like my body could take unlimited hits. I nodded, signed the papers, and walked out with Adrian beside me, still shaky but stubborn enough to stay on my feet.By then the statement was ready.Brenda had cleaned every line. She didn’t make it soft nor wild. Just clear enough that nobody could pretend they misunderstood.We did it from Adrian’s apartment, not the hospital and it was Brenda’s idea. One controlled interview with a serious online platform that covered city business and public interest stories. No shouting match show. No messy live comments running across the screen while I spoke.I sat in a chair by the window while they set up a simple camera. My hands were sweating. My stomach felt tight. Adrian stood off camera to my left, close enough that I could see him if I needed to.Brenda went over it one more time.“You do