Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend

Cheat With My Boyfriend Best Friend By Jane E.L. Chapter 48

Take Your C*ap and Leave!

Vincent smiled. “If you have something to say, open the door first.”

Without opening the door, I quietly took off the ring on my finger. “Vincent… I.. I don’t…” want to marry you.

The lies. The deception.

This wasn’t the marriage I wanted.

But before I could finish my words, Vincent’s cell phone distracted us.

From the other side of the door, Vincent’s cell phone rang.

It rang for just a second before cutting off. Then it rang again, and it cut off just as quickly. Vincent kept sending the

unknown caller to voicemail.

Why wasn’t he picking up? Did he not want to answer it in front of me?

Was it Emily?

So I specifically asked, “Who was calling? Why didn’t you answer?”

Vincent’s voice had a hint of panic in it. “Just one of my coworkers. Nothing serious.”

“Oh, I thought it was Emily.”

“Why would it be her?” His voice became defensive. “What makes you think that?”

“She’s your friend who was just dumped…? It’s normal to want

to call a friend and vent. You should call her back. I won’t get jealous over something like that.” I tried to sound as

empathetic as possible.

“Sure, we’re friends, but we aren’t that close… Olive, could you please just let me in now?” While he was speaking, I heard him decline another call.

Even after I gave him an easy way out, he was still lying!

A wave of anger swelled in my heart and destroyed the last scraps of love I had for him.

“Vincent… We’ve been together for years, and you…”

don’t feel the slightest bit guilty for betraying

off by a barrage

He sighed, annoyed.

needs me to do, so could you be a

for a

forward and opened the door, and I laughed bitterly when I saw

didn’t even wait for

had to be

How ironic.

publicly proposing to

to his mistress’s side after a few phone

had some clever tricks up her

slit wrists.

What now?

about to jump off a

What utter bu*lsh*t.

I wasn’t the one

another dry laugh, I shook my head and

there was a knock on the door

frowned. Was Vincent back

he convince Emily to

the knocking got,

counter, stormed over to the front door, threw it open, and

with his chest and fell to the ground with

face, and my anger suddenly evaporated. Embarrassment took

It wasn’t Vincent.

It was Aaron.

at the sight of me, and I followed his gaze down. That was when I realized the top of my dress was pushed down to my hips,

the

gestured down at my dress. “I thought

and turned

ring to examine it. “Harry Winston, huh? Vincent put his money where

tried to s*atch the ring back

his hand so high that even if I jumped up, I wouldn’t

I wasn’t in the mood for his childish games

“You don’t want it?”

“You’re so immature.”

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