His Best Friend Loved Her First

Chapter One

As I climbed the stairs to my room, a sound caught my attention, a moan, something tangled between two people who had forgotten the world existed outside that moment.

I paused a little, then I heard it clearly.

A female voice coming from my room, soft, breathless, moaning without restraint.

My fingers tightened slightly against the rail.

Slowly, I walked to the door and pushed it open.

And there they were, my husband and his mistress, Melissa triangled together on my matrimonial bed, lost in each other like I had never existed.

Nothing about this was new, it wasn't new to me it has occurred so many times.

Three years of marriage, and this was probably the hundredth time I had caught him cheating. The same betrayal, the same carelessness, the same disrespect laid out boldly before me.

But this times something in me refused to

bend.

I walked in fully, my heels pressing into the floor, my eyes fixed on them as I stood there and watched, I watched them move, watched them exist in a space that was supposed to be mine.

“Aren’t you getting tired of this kind of behavior? I told you a million times you can’t just barge in here,” Desmond said, his voice sharp with irritation rather than guilt.

I said nothing not a word instead,

I reached into my bag, pulled out the papers, and threw the divorce documents at him.

They landed against his chest before falling onto the bed.

Desmond paused, then picked them up, his expression shifting slightly as his eyes scanned the pages.

“Don’t play this cat and mouse game with me,” he said after a moment. “I’ll give you one chance to take these papers back, and I’ll pretend this never happened.”

Still, I said nothing, pressed the pen in my hand and threw it toward him.

“Sign it. I said “

He looked at me, searching my face.

“Are you sure?”

“Sign it.”

There was no hesitation in my voice this time.

He nodded slowly then he signed it, just like that, no apology, no hesitation.

I stepped forward, took the papers from him, and held them firmly in my hands.

“You two have a lovely afternoon,” I said calmly.

Then I turned and walked away.

My heels hit hard against the floor with each step, echoing louder than anything either of them could have said.

Behind me, the room did not call me back and it never did.

“It looks like Serena has finally given up on you,” Malissa said, her voice light, almost amused.

A pause, then Desmond’s voice followed, confident as ever.

“No way. Her grandfather has cancer, and he’s always wanted a kid.”

He scoffed softly, “She’ll be back.”

I didn't stop to listen further, I walked through the main door and left the house with the divorce papers in my hand, my fingers tightening around them as I stepped into the outside air, then I slipped my phone from my pocket and called my PA Daniel.

“Hey Daniel, I need you to help me find a call boy. For one million dollars. Six feet, educated, well-skilled. Someone who can help me have a child.”

There was a sharp silence on the other end.

“WAIT what? One million dollars just to have a child?”

“Yes,” I said simply, already walking away from the past, “and make it fast.”

I opened my car and sat down thinking of the plan I had made before this incident by getting myself a house .

I had finished arranging everything I needed.This was where I used to relax myself anytime I caught Damien cheating at home.

I kicked my car driving off to my home that night, the city lights passing me in blurred streaks, my hands resting firmly on the wheel but my mind kept slipping back into Desmond, into everything he had done, every betrayal stacked inside me.

The memory came without permission sharp flashes of his lies,his late nights, the women, the excuses, but I tightened my grip on the wheel without realizing it, my jaw locking as I forced myself to keep moving forward through traffic.

A sudden loud horn snapped through the silence, followed by bright headlights cutting across my lane as another car rushed too close, my body reacted before my thoughts could catch up, my foot slamming the brake as the car jerked slightly, stopping just in time.

My heart racing in my chest I waited for a second, the other driver shouting something I didn’t even fully hear, but I didn’t respond, I didn’t argue, I just sat there holding the steering wheel tighter until the moment.

I kicked my car again, but slower this time, more controlled, my eyes fixed on the road as I forced everything back into place inside me, because there was no space left for distraction anymore.

By the time I reached my apartment, I didn’t hesitate.

I stepped out of the car, walkedinside, and closed the door behind me, finally letting the silence of my new life settle around me.