My Ex’s Best Friend Wants Me Novelas e Histórias

The betrayal cut deep, slicing through the trust that had once bound them together. "I trusted you, Rita! I trusted you enough to share every detail of my marriage, and all this time you were fucking my husband behind my back. What kind of friend does that?" Stacy's voice rose, fueled by a mix of fury and heartbreak. Her eyes blurred with tears and her words trembled with the weight of her emotions. But Rita only chuckled in response, an insolent defiance etched upon her face.

“She what?” I crossed my arms and leaned against the counter, hips out, attitude on full display. “You heard me. My best friend—well, ex-best friend now, probably—fucked my ex-boyfriend. While I was in this house. Probably while I was waiting for her to come watch a movie with me or something. I don’t know when exactly. I don’t even want to know.” His jaw tightened. I watched it happen in slow motion. That little tick. That dark shadow that fell over his features like a storm cloud had passed through his skull.

“Call me back, I want to hear your voice…” “Don't I have the right to be jealous? she was your first love for goddess sake!” “I hate you…” “I'm sorry, I didn't mean that I love you.” I was sending that last text when I got an alert from a private account I'd created since he blocked me on my main account on the pack forum. I was drenched in disappointment when I noticed the alert was actually from Cassie's account but then curiosity pushed me to check and I saw a picture of her fingers and my husband’s entangled while his mate ring was painfully absent.

A line Eden had been unsure about crossing. At first, Eden had scolded herself for noticing him at all. He was handsome, yes, with an athletic build, dark eyes that carried both warmth and intensity, and a smile that could undo a woman if she wasn’t careful, and he was kind. But he was also her ex-husband’s close friend, even though their friendship had become strained of late because of her. Who in their right mind would fall for her former spouse’s best friend while the ink on the divorce papers wasn’t even dry yet?

“He's hot. He kissed you. You liked it. And… where exactly is your problem?” A tight smile formed on my lips. “I want him… and I shouldn't.” She blinked. “And you shouldn't because…?” My hands shot up in frustration. “He… He hates me!” “It sure as fuck didn't look like it,” Sora muttered. “I mean… he hates Lance, and he wants to use me to piss him off,” I corrected myself. “Still don't see the problem.” She sat beside me on the bench. “You hate your ex, and he hates him, too. So?”

Experts say women should spend more time looking at muscular men. It was hard to argue with that, especially when it was said by real experts. And I wasn't even freeloading. I was helping the guy gain traffic, too. At midnight, my best friend, Bridget Poe, sent me a thirst-trap video from an account named "elaire" and demanded a full review. I tapped the video open. The room was dim, lit by a single mood lamp behind him.

She questioned, staring at me while going through the papers. “You have to make up your mind here and now because we can’t just keep turning around. It doesn’t make sense to do so,” I replied. I was afraid that she could say no. Yes, it was obvious. She wasn’t my type, but she was a polished version of Valerie, my ex. “You shouldn’t think about your best friend at this point. If she cared about you, she should have married you irrespective of what she heard about me,” I pressured, and the guilt of doing so rushed all over my body.

"This isn't safe for your reputation or your family." ‎I stood up from the table, my hands clenching into tight fists at my sides. "I don't need your worry, Jayce! If you value our friendship at all, you will stay completely out of my personal life. What Charles and I do is absolutely none of your business!" ‎Without waiting for his response, I turned on my heel and walked straight out of the coffee shop, ignoring the coffee sitting untouched on the table. ‎As I walked back up the estate driveway, my mind was racing with frantic thoughts. There's no need to let Charles know about this... I can handle Jayce myself. If Charles finds out Jayce saw us, he might do something drastic.

"We are friends, Sissy. Besides, even if there were anything past friendship feelings, it's not like I could do anything about it. He is Drew's best friend, remember?" She holds both hands up defensively. "Oh, no need to remind me. But, I will let you in on another little tip." She leans forward and pulls her sunglasses down, letting them teeter on the edge of her nose, and her hazel irises squint at me. "People don't normally look at their ex's best friend like that," she jabs her thumb back in his direction.

I asked him. I was planning to evade him as much as possible in our whole trip. I only came with him to be with my children and not to spend time with him. As much as I could, I wouldn't pass through his path. "We are the only ones here. It's awkward that your trying to separate yourself from me." "Do you know what is awkward?" I asked him. "What?" "The fact that I'm alone with my ex-husband knowing that after all this he would be married to my ex-bestfriend," I answered him and snuggled closer to my blanket. I shut my eyes off afterwards like I didn't say a thing.