My Childhood Friend Stole My New House
On New Year's Day, my childhood friend asked me for the passcode to my new house.
I thought she was planning to bring a housewarming gift, but when I opened the door, I froze in shock. There were more than a dozen people inside.
She walked over with a smile before giving me a subtle look.
"Ryan, what are you doing here? Come on in. You're just in time. You're lucky enough to catch our family gathering."
I stood there in stunned silence. Before I could even ask what was going on, her boyfriend suddenly spoke in a mocking tone.
"Is your childhood friend very persuasive? I'm curious how he sweet-talked you into giving him your house's passcode."
Her expression instantly turned serious.
"He didn't sweet-talk me. He got on his knees and begged. He said he had a fight with his family and got kicked out with nowhere to stay. You know how soft-hearted I am. I didn't think much of it and just gave it to him."
Her boyfriend's eyes had a look of contempt.
"No normal man would stoop that low. Who knows how many women he's begged behind the scenes just to get what he wants."
She gave him a look of approval.
"Babe, how are you so smart? There was a time he stripped naked and begged me just to buy a watch he liked. I've told you about it."
Her boyfriend burst out laughing. "So that was him? He's honestly shameless."
Seeing her spew lies so casually and irresponsibly, I couldn't contain my anger. I stepped forward and slapped her hard across the face.
"Who the hell do you think you are? Taking over my house and slandering me? Get out."