My Fiancé Was Sexting My Best Friend novel Chapter 4

The other end of the line went dead silent.

The background noise stopped.

Through the glass, I saw Luciano freeze. His movements stopped. He pushed Maya away and looked around frantically.

"Catherine…" His voice changed. "Why would you ask that? Where… where are you?"

My heart was bleeding.

"Catherine, don't overthink things." Luciano’s voice was urgent. "The wedding is in a week. You're the only one I love. You know that."

The only one?

"I'm handling some urgent family business right now, baby," he continued, weaving his web of lies, his voice full of that tenderness I used to adore. "Go home and get some rest. I'll come find you when I'm done, okay? We have the final fitting for your dress tomorrow."

I remembered him telling me, "My princess deserves the most beautiful dress in the world."

It was all an act.

He could talk to me about wedding details while having sex with Maya, without even blushing.

What kind of acting skills did that take? What kind of cold-blooded heart?

"Okay."

My voice was surprisingly calm.

"I'll be waiting."

It was the last lie I would ever tell for him. I hung up before he could reply.

I'd heard enough of his voice. And Maya's.

I walked back to my car. My knuckles were white on the steering wheel.

My hands were shaking uncontrollably, just like that seventeen-year-old girl cornered in the alley.

But this time, there was no Maya to save me.

This time, Maya was the one who hurt me.

Tears blurred the road ahead.

Outside was the industrial grit of Brooklyn—violence, drugs, every dirty deal imaginable.

But none of it was as filthy as the darkness poisoning my heart.

I wanted to drive away, to escape this nightmare.

But my hands were shaking too hard to even hold the key. My tears made it impossible to see.

I needed to calm down.

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