All Chapters of My Husband Brought Another Woman, I Chose His Best Friend : Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

There was absolutely nothing in my kitchen except half a bottle of water, expired yoghurt, and a lemon that looked like it had been through emotional trauma.Elena stood in front of my open fridge, both hands on her hips, staring into it as if she were personally offended.“Nina,” she said slowly, “do you eat?”I walked past her toward the coffee machine. “That’s a very dramatic question.”“You have condiments and regret in here.”“I’ve been busy.”“You have mustard packets from restaurants.”“They were free.”She turned to look at me with genuine concern. “You live like a divorced raccoon.”I snorted despite myself and grabbed a mug from the cabinet. “Wow. That felt personal.”“It was meant to.”She shut the fridge and leaned against the counter while I poured coffee into my cup.“So what’s the plan for lunch?” she asked.“I was thinking maybe delivery.”“No.”I looked up. “No?”“No,” she repeated firmly. “You’re taking me to the diner.”I nearly choked on my coffee.“The diner?”“Ye

“You took your time,” I said, still typing. “I ran into someone.” I paused slightly at the sound of Elena’s voice. Then I finally looked up. She stood near the door with another coffee in her hand, looking entirely too relaxed for eight in the morning. Her hair fell loosely around her shoulders, and she had that same warm expression she always carried, like life hadn’t spent years trying to sharpen her into something harder. Unlike me. I leaned back slightly in my chair. “Mm.” Then she smiled. “Your terrifying boss.” My fingers stopped moving instantly. I looked up fully this time. “You ran into Liam?” “Elena nodded casually as she walked deeper into the office. “In the elevator.” “And?” She took her time answering on purpose. I could tell immediately. “And he said hi first.” I narrowed my eyes. “That doesn’t sound like him.” “He remembered my name too.” “That definitely doesn’t sound like him.” Elena laughed softly and sat down across from me like she

The chapter opened with me regretting every decision that had led me into a bridal boutique before ten in the morning.“I still don’t understand why I’m here,” I muttered as Elena dragged me through the entrance by the wrist. “You already found someone willing to marry you. My job here is done.”Elena laughed softly without slowing down. “Your job is emotional support.”“My job,” I corrected, “is to make sarcastic comments and drink expensive champagne I have no intention of paying for.”“That’s still support.”I narrowed my eyes at her as a woman near the front desk offered us bright, terrifyingly cheerful smiles. The entire place smelled like perfume, fresh flowers, and money. White dresses surrounded me from every direction like ghosts of commitment waiting to attack.I already hated it.The boutique buzzed softly with voices and movement. Mothers adjusted veils. Brides stood on little platforms while people cried over lace. Somewhere behind us, someone actually clapped because a w

The airport pickup lane was a special kind of hell.Cars crawled forward inch by inch beneath glowing overhead signs while impatient drivers leaned on their horns as if it would somehow make traffic disappear faster. Planes thundered overhead every few minutes, the sound rattling faintly through my windshield. I sat gripping the steering wheel with one hand while Elena’s voice filled the car speakers through Bluetooth.And unfortunately, she sounded close to death.“Is he there yet?” she asked weakly.I closed my eyes briefly. “No.”A dramatic groan came through the speakers. “I think I’m actually dying.”“You said that twenty minutes ago.”“This is different.”“You’re dehydrated, Elena. Not possessed.”“I keep...I keep running back to the bathroom every hours.”I physically cringed. “Why do you keep telling me that?”“Because you don’t care about me.”“I cared before you started describing your digestive system in detail.”She groaned again, louder this time, and I could practically

By the time I got back into my car, I was already angry enough to regret answering Liam’s messages.The city blurred past my windshield in streaks of red brake lights and wet pavement while exhaustion settled heavily behind my eyes. Upstairs, Elena was finally happy because Marco had apparently crossed an ocean to hold her while she complained about stomach problems. Meanwhile, I was driving toward the office at almost eleven at night because my boss had decided “urgent” apparently meant ruining my evening.I tightened my grip on the steering wheel.“Unbelievable,” I muttered to myself.Traffic had thinned by the time I pulled into the underground parking garage beneath the building. The office tower looked almost eerie this late at night, most of the windows dark except for a few glowing floors above.Of course, his office lights were still on.I stepped out of the elevator already irritated, heels clicking sharply against the quiet hallway. The entire floor was empty. No Amy. No Ral