Page 87 of My Ex's Best Friend

"You've got it all wrong."

"Have I? You know, I thought so too at first, that’s why I came back every day for a week. And guess what I saw? Every day, you left the house with him.” He shakes his head. “I don't know how he got you to sleep with him, what lies he told you—"

"Chris, you need to leave me alone."

"I was coming here today to let him know that he can't do this to you."

"Do what?"

"Cheat on you. Jake has been cheating on you. I mean, I don't know if I can call it cheating, considering that I don't understand the nature of your relationship and that he has been with her for longer."

"Her?"

"He never mentioned her name, now did he?" Chris says. "She's a client of his.”

“I know he’s with a client

. Jake would never do that.”

“Why? Because he’s not me?” Chris says. “And yet, here I am, trying to tell you the truth while your boyfriend has left you all alone.”

I clutch my stomach as I feel bile rise up my throat.

“And if you don’t believe me, I’m going to prove that right now.”

I don't say anything as I watch Chris take his phone out, his gaze on me. He dials Jake's number and puts it on speaker phone, holding up the screen to make sure I see the name.

The call finally goes through, but instead of Jake's voice, it's a sleepy female. "Hello?" the heavily accented voice says.

Chris asks, "Is Jake there?"

"No, he's stepped out," she replies, her voice clearing. "Why do you need him?"

My stomach sinks. Who is this? Why are they answering Jake’s phone?

"I'll call back later," Chris says before he cuts the call. He turns to me and goes, "Now do you believe me?"

I can't hold it in me anymore. My hands shut over my mouth as I run into the bathroom and throw up again and again until I'm empty.

When I can't go anymore, I lie with my head on the bathroom tile until I've recovered enough to come out.

I can't believe this. Jake lied to me?

I know this is Chris and he loves drama, but I saw he was calling Jake.

Oh, my God, Jake is cheating on me.

The last person I thought would break my heart shatters it to a thousand pieces.

What on Earth possessed me to think that this man won't hurt me? He's the one that broke me in the first place, and it took me months to recover.

I know now that I was never in love with Chris, but it was the fact that I was betrayed that cut the deepest. And Jake was responsible for that.

How could I have forgiven him so easy? How could I have allowed him to walk over all my heart again?

It's clear that he doesn't care about my feelings. Jake forgot about me the moment he got on that plane. He hasn't even called me since he left, and like a fool, I was here waiting for his call.

My head spins just at the thought of it.

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