My Best Friend My Husband And My Divorce Chapter 01
On our wedding anniversary, I was scrolling through Reddit when I saw a trending post:
“Do people really have the audacity to sleep with their best friend’s husband?”
There was a highly up-voted pinned comment below:
“What’s the big deal? I’ve been sleeping with my best friend’s husband for three years. It’s nerve-wracking and thrilling – couldn’t be better.”
Netizens were cursing her out in the replies, saying how unlucky that woman must be to have such a toxic friend.
The original poster responded with disdain, even more arrogantly:
“He and I are soulmates. She should be grateful I haven’t made her get lost directly.”
“On their wedding night, she slept alone because I casually mentioned I didn’t want him touching her that night.”
“Also, the day she got into a car accident, her husband didn’t go to the ER to see her because he was accompanying my dog at the vet clinic.”
“Even during the days when her mother died, when I mentioned wanting to go to Cabo to relax, her husband left her crying and devastated to accompany me!”
“Oh, and today is their anniversary. I had her husband put sleeping pills in the warm milk she drinks before bed. Tonight I’m going to try it in her marital bedroom!”
My hand froze as I was about to scroll away. Today happened to be my and Caleb’s wedding anniversary too.
The next second, Caleb walked over carrying a cup of hot milk.
“Grace, I noticed you haven’t been sleeping well lately. Have some milk to relax.”
……
I stared at the milk in his hand, my mind flashing back to that Reddit post.
The concerned expression on Caleb’s face didn’t look fake. I thought I was probably being too paranoid.
But I still shook my head and refused.
“I don’t want to drink it.”
Caleb frowned, wanting to continue persuading me.
My best friend Zoe walked over with a smile, taking the milk from him.
“Grace, don’t throw a tantrum. Only Caleb has the patience to put up with you.”
“He’s just concerned about you. Hurry up and drink it.”
Before I could speak, she pushed the glass directly to my lips.
Seeing the sudden smirk that appeared at the corner of her mouth, I instinctively raised my hand to knock it away.
Her hand became unsteady, and the glass crashed onto the hardwood floor, shattering into pieces.
My leg was cut by the broken glass, immediately bleeding profusely.
Zoe screamed in fright.
“Zoe was just being kind. What are you freaking out at her for?”
Caleb urgently picked up Zoe and placed her on the sofa, his large palm gripping her leg.
Zoe’s face immediately turned red, pretending to resist:
“Oh my, I’m fine—”
Caleb held her leg firmly, his voice gentle:
“Don’t move, let me see if you’re hurt.”
When he saw an extremely small scratch on Zoe’s leg, his eyes immediately filled with heartache, completely ignoring me bleeding beside him.
I stared at him blankly, unconsciously speaking up.
“I’m hurt too—”
He didn’t even look at me, coldly interrupting:
“Enough. I’m just making up for the mistake you made. Why are you being jealous at a time like this?”
Zoe bit her lip, looking apologetic.
“It’s my fault. Did I disturb you two today, so you’re angry at me?”
“Don’t fight because of me. I’ll leave right now, okay?”
She started to stand up but was pressed back down by Caleb.
His gaze moved to me, quietly watching me.
I thought he had finally noticed I was badly injured and would ask if I needed the first aid kit.
Reality dealt me a harsh blow instead.
“Zoe came specially to celebrate our anniversary today. Instead of being grateful, you threw a tantrum and hurt her. Do you have to trample on others’ good intentions to be happy?”
His face was full of impatience, completely different from the gentle tone he had just used to comfort Zoe.
My heart felt like it was being pricked by needles, throbbing with dense pain.
Today was clearly our anniversary, yet Zoe had enthusiastically run over saying she wanted to celebrate for us.
They worked together in perfect harmony in the open kitchen while leaving me alone in the living room.
During dinner, the two of them chatted and laughed while I couldn’t get a word in.
I even felt somewhat dazed, as if I was actually the outsider in this house.
I suddenly remembered that whenever something happened to Zoe in the past, he would always rush over first.
That day when Seattle was hit by a storm and Zoe’s car broke down on I-405, he directly made me get out of the car to go pick her up.
He didn’t remember my menstrual cycle, but he never forgot to run to CVS to buy ibuprofen and heating pads for Zoe when she had cramps.
When he went on business trips to Europe, I asked him to bring back a souvenir and he found it troublesome, but when Zoe casually mentioned liking something, he could run halfway across Paris to buy it for her.
And I, as his wife, would be labeled “emotional” and a “drama queen” if I showed even the slightest displeasure about this.
Every time, I told myself that he was good to Zoe only because she was my childhood best friend, and that he actually loved me.
This time, I seemed unable to deceive myself anymore.
I trembled all over, unable to say a word.
Caleb grabbed his car keys and helped Zoe up, walking past me.
“I’m taking Zoe home. You reflect on yourself.”
I watched their departing figures, my nails digging deep into my palms.
That night, I refreshed the post and found the original poster’s new reply.
“That idiot actually knocked over the milk and ruined my plan.”
“But so what? Her husband still slept with me on their most important day.”
“Her husband couldn’t even wait to get to my apartment – he took me right in his Tesla.”
She had attached a photo from inside the car, the reflective glass showing the silhouettes of two people intertwined.
The man’s profile in the picture – I would recognize it even if it turned to ash.
Just then, Caleb called, his voice hoarse.
“The company just got Series A funding and there’s an emergency. I’m sleeping at the office tonight.”Â