My Fiancé and Best Friend, Both Betrayed Me
After returning from a three-month business trip, I rushed to meet my fiancé and resolve our dispute over my best friend, Elena.
Elena’s ex-husband left her penniless and broken. I offered her my apartment, helped her "find herself" and accompanied her through nights of tequila-soaked sobbing.
My fiance, Julian, hated it. Or so he said.
"She’s a leech, Clara," he’d snap, watching her try on my designer coats. "She doesn't even know how to make toast without calling for help. Are you her best friend or her maid? People like her don't want to heal; they just want a free ride."
She's lost everything, Julian," I argued."Without her, I wouldn't have survived my mother’s death. Please, just be
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