Novel & Cerita Yhorm Old Friend

Bradley Fry, my CEO husband, loves bringing his friends home for meals the most. He claims that this makes them feel like an actual family. As they drink in the feast I've whipped up for everyone, one of Bradley's friends comments smilingly, "I knew that you were a virtuous one, Emily! Now this is how the legitimate wife should act!" My expression doesn't falter as I ask in a half-joking manner, "Oh? Does Bradley have a spoiled and pampered mistress by his side, then?" His friends are stunned by my question. A trace of panic crosses their eyes simultaneously. But Bradley just wraps an arm around my shoulders with a smile. "Don't listen to their nonsense, Emily. Who else is worthy as my

On my wedding day, I had just stepped onto the aisle when a ripple of laughter spread through the crowd. "Take it all off, and she's got a body on her! Look at her face, like she's enjoying it!" I turned toward the voices and saw my ex-husband's photos of me blown up across the giant screen. They kept changing, one after another, explicit and impossible to ignore. All around the room, phones were already coming up as people started taking pictures. My hands began to shake. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw my mother collapse. Behind Leon Coleman, Allison Fleming slapped her thigh and raised her voice, loud enough for everyone to hear. "Oh, wow. Leon showed these to the guys yesterda

But pain sat heavily in my chest, refusing to be ignored. I felt a gentle touch on my arm. I turned to find Lily standing there, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I'm so sorry. I know I'm late," she murmured, her voice weighted with regret. It trembled with the same vulnerability I'd sensed in everyone present, a thought that flickered briefly in both our minds but found no anchor in the present. Brushing away the tremor in her voice, I squeezed her hand reassuringly. "It's okay, I understand," I whispered back, the shared heartache a balm at the moment—a reminder of the unbreakable bonds of our forbidden friendship.

When John Blake, my childhood friend, rushed into my office, I was still organizing the mess of documents on my table. “Yggdra, what on earth are you trying to pull?” I scowled and looked at my childhood friend of more than twenty years and felt frustrated. “What’s gotten you acting like a lunatic again?” Soon, I understood the reason behind his rage. William Lane, my boyfriend, had come in with a crying Claire Stone. Claire was our new assistant.

The music was loud, a mix of upbeat pop and hip-hop that made the floor vibrate beneath us. Sophie quickly introduced us to a few new people. There was Claire, her bubbly roommate, who was already tipsy and giggling uncontrollably. Mark, a tall guy with messy hair, was setting up a beer pong table in the corner. On the couch sat Jess and Tara, friends I hadn’t seen since freshman year, chatting animatedly but pausing to wave enthusiastically when they noticed me. “Jennifer !” Jess called out, her face lighting up. “It’s been forever!”

She squeezed my hand, rubbing circles on them. I leaned closer to her. “You were perfect.” Her breath shuddered. “I was terrified as a chicken.” “Still braver than most, the storm is settling,” I said softly. “It sure is." She whispered , looking up to me, eyes shining with joy. We left the viewing stands and headed towards the tunnels, towards the exit and a man with navy coat approached me. I immediately recognized him as Coach Hartley, he worked for a smaller hockey team in the city. They were named the Timber Wolves and they were really good.

“I’ll join you on the rink.” Lily slaps me lightly on the hand. “Don’t be wicked, Era.” Her voice is cold, but I can hear the hint of a joke in it. Then she turns towards them and bows. “I’m Lily.” Her voice is low and seductive. “I’m Sierra’s best friend.” I scoff. This isn’t Lily’s voice. This girl is a troublemaker and can literally scream the whole place down, so why is she acting like she can’t even kill an ant?