My Best Friend Stole My Husband
My best friend, Mia Sullivan, had gone abroad for three years. When she finally came back, she was in tears. She said she had been dumped by a scumbag, was pregnant, and had nowhere to go.
I felt terrible for her, so I not only let her move into my house but also asked my husband, Hudson Darby, to take extra care of her.
That was until I found a prenatal checkup receipt in the study. The patient was Mia, and the family member who had signed was Hudson.
I worried I was jumping to conclusions, so I shoved it back and rushed out the door.
After I got downstairs, I realized I had forgotten the files I needed for my meeting, so I headed back up. That was when I saw Hudson and Mia in each other's arms.
"What if Charlotte finds out the baby I'm carrying is actually yours?" Mia asked.
"Don't worry. Charlotte trusts us so much, there's no way she'll figure it out," Hudson replied.
In that moment, the seven years of love I had given him instantly turned into a cruel joke.