His Best Friend Loved Her First

Chapter Three

Pov : serena

I walked into Daniel’s office, the door closing softly behind me as my eyes settled on him.

Something felt off immediately, and I could sense the slight shaking in his hands, the barely controlled shiver running through his body.

It was subtle, but not enough to escape my notice. I took a step closer, studying him carefully.

“Daniel, why are you so perplexed?” I asked, my voice calm but edged with quiet suspicion.

“Nothing, ma,” he replied quickly,

“Anyways,” I said, straightening slightly, “get those files from the Zelda company.”

After a long and stressful day at work, I checked the time and saw that it was six p.m.

Without wasting another second, I picked up my bag and my car key, got into my car, and drove home, my mind already shifting toward what the night was going to bring.

I got home around seven thirty because of the traffic jam, and without thinking twice, I went straight to my bedroom and turned on the shower, stepping under it as the water hit my skin, running down slowly while the rest of the apartment stayed completely silent.

I closed my eyes briefly under the water, resting my hand against the wall for balance before straightening again and turning slightly, letting everything wash over me, as if I could rinse away the past along with it.

When I stepped out, I wrapped myself in a towel, taking my time without rushing, then stood in front of the mirror for a second, staring at myself without expression before moving to the wardrobe, where I chose a red transparent night gown carefully and wore it.

I went to the kitchen and prepared my favorite dish, fried rice, and after eating, I sat down fully prepared, wearing my perfume as the scent lingered around me, filling the quiet apartment while I waited for the call boy arranged by Daniel.

For a moment, the silence wrapped around me again, and my thoughts drifted back to Desmond.

I was lost in thought, and I remembered how Desmond had been treating me like trash, the memory sitting heavy in my chest like something I could not shake off.

I waited for him in that lonely apartment, the silence stretching endlessly around me like a punishment I did not deserve.

I called and called, again and again, but he was not picking up, and each unanswered call felt like a slap I could not avoid. I didn't even know when I slept off in the sitting room, my body giving in to exhaustion while my heart was still waiting.

The next morning, a knock on the door pulled me out of that restless sleep, sharp and sudden like reality forcing its way back in.

I stood up slowly, my body heavy, and walked to the door, my mind still clouded with everything from the night before.

When I opened it, I found Desmond standing there, and beside him was his mistress, Melissa, like a scene I had seen too many times yet still could not get used to.

I looked at them both, my eyes lingering, taking in every detail I did not want to see. Desmond was already drunk, the smell of alcohol clinging to him like proof of where he had been.

“I have been calling you since yesterday,” I said, my voice strained but steady, “why are you not picking up?”

He did not answer me.

Then Melissa cut in, her voice sharp and careless. “He was with me all night.”

“With your attitude, no one will want to come home,” she continued coldly, “if you do not know how to keep your husband happy, just ask, I will be happy to teach you, free advice.”

I said nothing.

I took Desmond from her, his body heavy and careless as I led him inside, letting him in like it was still my responsibility to clean up everything he kept breaking.

Then suddenly, my phone rang, the sharp sound pulling me back to the present like something snapping inside my head.

I picked up the call slowly, my fingers tightening around the phone as I noticed it was an unknown number.

“Hello?” I said, my voice low, careful.

For a second, there was nothing but silence.

The kind that pressed against your ears and made your heart beat louder than it should.

Then a voice came through,low and chilling.

“I am watching your back.”