My best friend is marrying my husband novel Chapter 111

I looked at the person in front of me, watching as he overlapped and separated from a shadow deep in my memory.

Blake had always been like a sun since childhood. A child raised in love, radiant and magnetic, the center of attention

wherever he went.

But when I was ten, my family fell apart–Dad cheated, constant fighting filled our house, and when I’d hide in my room

crying, young Blake would sneak through my window to hold me and say. “Don’t cry, Emily. You still have me.”

He clumsily wiped away my tears with his hands and made a pinky promise. “Elake will marry Emily when we grow up.

and I’ll never cheat, never betray you! Cross my heart.”

Later, the Parker family business grew bigger and they moved into a grand mansion.

In our old apartment complex, Mom transformed into someone else–work–obsessed, exhausted, only brightening at my

perfect test scores.

I retreated into books and silence while Blake embraced loud music, sports, and adventures, drawing constant

admiration and love letters from middle school onward.

But he would always put his arm around my shoulder and declare. “See her? My Emily, we’ve been promised to each

other since we were kids!”

When college acceptance letters came out, I got into a top university as planned, and Blake was accepted to Juilliard

School in the same city.

On move–in day, he dragged two suitcases ahead of me, talking non–stop. “Emily, look! Our schools are just across the

street from each other! Four years of dating, then marriage right after graduation!”

He painted our future with the sincere, burning gaze of youth.

When did it start to go wrong?

Probably when “that really interesting bassist in our band started appearing more and more frequently in his

conversations.

Photos on his phone I’d never seen before–him and Madison goofing around during practice breaks.

Or when he started complaining that ‘you’re always buried in studying, you don’t understand band stuff anyway, with

that barely perceptible distance in his voice.

Or maybe even earlier.

When he shone brilliantly on stage, receiving countless screams and applause, while I could only look up at him from a

quiet corner below.

Our worlds had long since quietly drifted apart.

Now he stood across from me, his eyes full of irritation and impatience.

Chapter 3

In this moment, I suddenly felt it was all so pointless.

“Yes. Let’s break up,” I said it.

Blake froze, probably never imagining that the girl who had quietly followed him, giving him everything he asked for.

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