When Your Best Friend Betrays You Novels & Stories

I'd wanted to know what a normal life felt like, so I'd kept that part of myself buried. When I met Samantha, struggling to get by but pushing through school anyway, I made her my best friend. When she couldn't afford the hot meals in the cafeteria, I'd pile extra food onto my tray every day and pretend I couldn't finish it, sliding it over to her. When she couldn't pay for school materials, I'd made up a story about winning a scratch-off and covered it for her. When guys from outside school started giving her trouble, I'd scared them off myself.

Matteo appeared at my door, obviously sent in by Gabriel to calm the storm and to talk some sense into me. “Listen, I can spare you two guys for the afternoon to help you clean up. I don’t know where Maria is, but I suppose she got the afternoon off. Put on a brave face, finish the week and we will talk about this tomorrow afternoon ok?” he said soothingly. “No! Fuck Gabriel and fuck this place! I’m leaving!” I screamed at Matteo. Taken aback by my outburst, Matteo grabbed me and hugged me until I had calmed down. Tears of rage, betrayal and disbelief ran down my face, soaking Matteo’s shirt while he calmly patted my hair and rocked me in his arms.

he said, already turning away. “Evans, please don't do this to me,” I pleaded. He didn’t answer or even look at me. He walked back into the pub, sliding into the booth like I was background noise. I stood there, struggling to understand how my life had spiraled into this nightmare. I had betrayed my best friend for this man. I had chosen him over loyalty. And for what? To be discarded the moment he got bored?

Doing a pregnancy test was the best way to get her to confess. Instead of being sad that my best bud betrayed me, I felt an overwhelming joy about the whole thing. My wife finally believed that I didn't betray her. And the best part was, I didn't commit a sin with the idiot. It was only a cooked up story. I was indeed stupid to overly trust the shit.

I said, keeping my tone neutral. "He...he cheated on me. With my best friend." Her voice cracked on the last word. "I caught them. She was...kneeling in front of him." A tear escaped and traced a lonely path down her cheek. "When I confronted him, he said...he said I wasn't good enough. He said my best friend could give him a much better...blowjob." I felt a familiar wave of anger wash over me. The sheer audacity and cruelty of some people never ceased to amaze me. "I understand what you're going through, Sandra. It's incredibly painful to be betrayed by people you trust."

She wanted to break me, to make me give up on him, but she failed. I thought I had seen it all. I thought there was nothing left that could shock me. But then my best friend, Angel, turned against me. Angel. The one person I had once trusted with my life, the one who had seen me at my lowest and promised to always stand by my side. She betrayed me in a way I never saw coming. She almost succeeded in publicly disgracing me, in ruining everything I had worked for. But God showed up for me. I wanted to deal with her myself, to teach her a lesson she would never forget. I wanted her to feel the same pain she had caused me. But before I could, she ran off from New York. She disappeared before Jud

“I really thought I was special. He knew all the right things to say. He made me feel like I mattered and I let him use that. I let him use me.” “You were vulnerable,” Darla said. “He saw that.” “I was stupid,” I shot back, sharper than I meant. “I betrayed my best friend because of him. I turned against her!.” I swallows hard. “She would’ve done anything for me,” I said, my voice cracking. “Freya. She covered for me when I messed up. She took me in when I had nothing and make sure from that point forward that I had everything. And I threw all of that away for a guy who left the second things got hard.”

Jasper I could do nothing but walk away. At first, I thought I would beat Jasper up when I got hold of him and wouldn't stop beating him until he was unrecognizable. But when I finally grabbed him, I couldn't put a finger on him. It was hard for me. He's my best friend. We've been together since we were very little. How could he toss our friendship away and deceive me? The pain caused by his betrayal immobilized my mind and heart but I had to stay strong. I wouldn't show him this broken side of me. He would think he had won.

"I'm so sorry, Mackenzie." "We're best friends?" It's a statement and a question. How could my best friend, the one person in the world I trusted, betray me in such a way? It's like a literal knife wound to the chest. And not only did they start seeing each other, but it happened while we were still dating. Ashley, the woman who was so broken when her boyfriend cheated, was cheating on her boyfriend, with her best friend's boyfriend. Shakespeare couldn't write such a tragedy. "I swear it didn't start out that way. We didn't mean to hurt you. I would never do that to you."

"Okay cool." After they got through discussing the situation about the robbery, K asked her why she was afraid to give him a chance. " I'm afraid because the last person I was in a relationship with was only in it for personal gain and didn't treat me like I should be treated." " Well you won't have to worry about that with me because I'm a real man not a lil boy." " Just because your a real man you're sayin I shouldn't worry bout you hurting me. No you're wrong even though you are a man that still doesn't mean you won't hurt me. Sometimes things happen unavoidable things, there is no guarantee that you won't hurt me and promises are sometimes broken. If I give you my trust, what's there