All Chapters of My Boyfriend Only Cares about My Bestie: Chapter 1 - Chapter 9

When I walked out of the bedroom with my suitcase, Yarden and Yvonne were sitting side by side.Yvonne turned to look at me and hurriedly took off the coat from her shoulders. “I forgot… Yarden, hold this for me first…”“There’s no need to take it off.”Yarden held her hand down. His voice was calm. “Yara won’t care.”He looked up at me.“Yvonne hasn’t been feeling well lately. She’s been sick on and off for the past few months.”As if explaining himself, he continued, “Her period is coming soon, so she needs to keep warm.”My heart tightened.He even kept track of her period.We had been together for four years. Every time I was in so much pain that I curled up in bed, all he ever did was tell me to drink more hot water before he hurried out the door.Yvonne linked her arm around mine affectionately.She looked at me with hesitation. “Yara, don’t get the wrong idea. Yarden is only taking care of me because you’re his girlfriend. He really is the perfect boyfriend.”I stare

The first time the three of us had dinner together, I watched him refill Yvonne’s drink three times, prepare a full plate of beef for her, and passionately talk with her about their research projects.The food on my own plate had already gone cold, but he did not notice.On the way home that night, I could not hold it in anymore and asked, “Didn’t you take care of her a little too much tonight?”He froze for a moment, then smiled.“Yara, I’m only being nice to her because of you.“She’s your best friend. If I don’t take care of her, who will? I can’t make you look bad, can I?”It was all for my sake.Those words became his all-purpose excuse.Later, every time I spoke up, every time I tried to tell him, “I’m uncomfortable,” “You’re too close to her,” or “You remember her but forget me,” he used the same reason to shut me down.“I’m only doing this because of you.“She’s your best friend. I’m treating her well for your sake.“Do you really want me to be cold toward your frien

After living together for a month, Yarden had lost nearly seven pounds.On the day he moved into Yvonne’s apartment, everything still felt new to him.On the fourth day, Yvonne complained that he had not folded the towels neatly enough. She took them out in front of him and folded them again herself.On the fifth day, he came home at 10 p.m. after working overtime. The fridge was completely empty.Yvonne sat on the couch with a face mask. She did not even look up and said, “I already ate. Order takeout yourself.”On the seventh day, he clogged the shower drain.Yvonne stood at the bathroom door and said three times, “Could you use some common sense?”By week two, Yarden realized he had spent more nights sleeping on the couch than in the bed.It started because he forgot to turn off the bedroom light. Yvonne woke up in the middle of the night because of the light and made him sleep in the living room.He stood there in the dark with a pillow in his arms and heard the bedroom do

The next day, Yarden was waiting downstairs.When I came home from work, he walked over and opened the bags one by one.The first thing inside was a cashmere scarf. It was misty blue, the exact style I used to like.The second was a set of ceramic cups and saucers. They were handmade. I had once saved a link to the exact set.The third was a vinyl record. It was an old jazz album. I had shared that song on social media when I was in college.He really did remember.Every single thing was something I had once liked.“Yara, look.”He held the scarf out to me. “These are the things you said you wanted. I found them all.”I looked down at it for a while.The misty blue cashmere scarf was folded neatly. The tag was still attached.I took it from him, turned around, walked to the trash can, and let go.The scarf slipped into the trash and landed softly on the edge.Yarden’s expression changed. “What are you doing?”I walked back, picked up the ceramic cups and saucers, and thre