My Bestie Betrayed Me, I Dumped Him

Chapter 2

I forced down the nausea, my blood boiling as it rushed to my head.

"Celeste, does it feel good to sleep with my boyfriend?"

Her eyes instantly turned red, and she began to tremble like a startled rabbit, her voice thin and fragile. "Evelyn, how could you think that of me? It's all a misunderstanding..."

"Enough!"

Dominic, fully dressed now, glared at me with visible irritation. "Stop being so aggressive. You're acting like a lunatic. Celeste is timid. You're scaring her! Besides, if you hadn't been working overtime that night, I wouldn't have ended up with her."

A wave of bitterness washed over me. I had been pulling all-nighters, grinding away for our future, and to him, that was just a convenient excuse for infidelity.

The words stuck in my throat, choking me, until I finally managed to gasp, "Get out! Both of you, get out!"

Dominic scoffed, his voice laced with mockery. "I bought this house. If anyone is leaving, it's you. With your pathetic salary, you couldn't even afford a bathroom in a place like this."

Every word was like a dull blade carving into my flesh, shredding my heart. I had measured every inch of this home, handpicked every brick, every ornament, every single detail. I had visited a dozen stores just to find the right sofa, and trekked to several hardware shops just for the perfect kitchen hooks...

Now, he was ordering me to leave, ruthlessly trampling upon the heart and soul I had poured into these past few years.

"Fine. I'm leaving."

Suddenly, Celeste crouched down and began picking up the ceramic shards, tears streaming down her face. "Evelyn, please don't go. It's all my fault. I shouldn't have appeared in your lives. I'm the one who's superfluous." She pressed a shard against her wrist, her tears falling in torrents. "If I die, will you two be able to make up?"

Dominic rushed to snatch the shard from her hand. In the scuffle, he shoved me aside, and I hit the floor hard. My palms and knees landed squarely on the jagged debris. A sharp, searing pain shot through me, and as I looked down, I saw blood seeping from my legs, dripping onto the floor.

Dominic was still busy coddling Celeste. "It's not your fault. Don't do anything stupid, I'm here."

She curled into his arms, sobbing so hard she could barely breathe. I braced myself against the floor to stand up, but my palm pressed further into the ceramic shards, burying more ceramic shards into my skin.

"Sss," I hissed, curling into a ball as the pain flared.

Hearing the sound, Dominic looked over at me. For a fleeting second, a flicker of concern crossed his eyes, and he made a move as if to get up and help me.

"Dominic, I feel so awful..." Celeste clutched at his sleeve, her eyes brimming with tears.

He immediately looked back down at her, gently wiping the tears from her face. He picked her up bridal-style, and as he walked past me, he paused briefly. "Take some time to think it over. Let's not make things even more embarrassing for everyone."

The front door remained open, letting the harsh light of the living room spill in and stinging my tear-filled eyes. A cold draft swept through the apartment, chilling me to the bone. I sat there on the floor, watching the blood drip, one drop at a time—just like our seven-year relationship, slipping away until not a single trace remained.