Both Husbands Chose My Best Friend

Right after we finished getting our marriage certificate, Dylan suddenly spoke up:

I cheated on you.

He pointed at the passenger seat, his smile cruel:

Yesterday she sat right here and kissed me. She wore something really sexy, and I couldn't resist, so we slept together.

I froze, the pain so intense I couldn't make a sound.

Dylan seemed to savor the memory:

"I can understand your ex-husband Ethan now. Fiona really has more feminine charm than you."

Yes, this was the second time I'd been betrayed.

My ex-husband Ethan and my current husband Dylan had both cheated on me with my best friend Fiona.

Five years ago, I walked in on Ethan and Fiona having sex in my own bed.

When I was devastated and hopeless, Dylan saved me.

But now, he too had betrayed me for Fiona.

After what felt like an eternity, I finally found my voice again. Trembling, I asked:

"Why?"

Why cheat and still marry me?

Why tell me the truth so cruelly at the happiest moment of my life?

Dylan paused for a moment.

Then suddenly burst into loud laughter:

"You win."

I looked at him in confusion.

The next second, a familiar voice came through the car speakers:

"Then tonight you have to use my favorite strawberry flavor~"

My eyes widened in shock.

I felt like all the blood in my body had frozen.

"I made a bet with Fiona about how you'd react when you found out I cheated. I said you'd slap me. She said you'd ask me why."

"If I won, she'd wear stockings. If she won..."

Dylan raised his eyebrows:

"You already heard."

As his words fell, Fiona's voice came through the speakers:

"Lynn, it's been five years. You're still as pathetic as I expected. But your taste in men is consistently goodI really like this one too."

Her mocking laughter made my limbs go numb.

In a daze, I seemed to return to five years ago.

I came home early from a business trip, wanting to celebrate my ex-husband Ethan's birthday.

Walking in, I found Ethan and Fiona having sex in my bed.

When he saw me, Ethan was terrified and at a loss.

But Fiona casually lit a cigarette:

"Lynn, sorry about this. I've been too lonely lately, so I borrowed your husband."

Back then, I was just like this.

Crying, asking Fiona and Ethan:

"Why?"

But when they opened their mouths to answer, my ears felt stuffed with cottonI couldn't hear a single word.

Not until Fiona and Ethan's faces went pale as they shouted at me.

My lower abdomen hurt so badly I couldn't straighten up.

Only then did I snap back to reality. Looking down, I saw blood pooling beneath me.

That day, I lost the three most important people in my life all at once.

A best friend of ten years, a husband of one year, and my three-month-old baby.

"Alright, I know you like me. See you tonight. I'll take Lynn home first."

Dylan's voice pulled me back from those painful memories.

He hung up the call. The car was instantly filled with just our breathing.

After a moment, Dylan spoke first:

"You must be hungry. Let's go get your favorite cake first, then I'll take you home."

His tone was gentle.

As if nothing had just happened.

Which only made my bloodshot eyes and trembling body seem more pathetic by comparison.

"Dylan, why are you doing this?"

"You promised you'd cherish me for the rest of your life."

My voice was hoarse, tears falling against my will.

But this time, Dylan didn't wipe away my tears like he used to.

He leaned back in his seat with a half-smile:

"Lynn, if you'd chosen me the first time, I probably would have cherished you for life. But now, you're just second-hand goods. Why should I stay faithful to you?"

With that, he handed me a tissue like he was giving charity.

I recoiled sharply, looking at him like he was a monster.

We were all college classmates.

Years ago, he and Ethan had both confessed their feelings to me at the same time.

Back then, I chose Ethan.

Dylan gave his polite blessing, and after marriage I kept my distance from him.

Until Ethan cheated.

Unable to handle the blow, I tried to commit suicide by cutting my wrists.

Dylan appeared in my world like a god descending from heaven.

He healed me, pulled me back from hell to the human world.

Thinking of all the good things he'd done for me, I asked desperately:

"If you cared so much, why did you still pursue me and get together with me?"

As our eyes met, Dylan sighed:

"I thought I didn't care. But when we were planning the wedding."

He looked at me with a bitter smile:

"You were too experienced. When we took wedding photos, you knew how to negotiate with the photographer. When buying rings, you knew to get a fake one for the ceremony to prevent it from being stolen. Even today getting the certificate, you knew what to wear without even checking..."

Dylan's expression grew darker as he spoke.

"Everything you did screamed at me that Dylan was marrying second-hand goods. Lynn, I'm not okay with that."

Tears blurred my vision.

Couldn't see clearly, but could hear even more clearly.

"But I love you."

"So you were married to Ethan for one year, and I'll indulge myself for one year before settling down. Fair, isn't it?"

I felt warmth on my face.

I blinked hard, tears splashing onto Dylan's hand.

He jerked back as if burned.

"That's not fair!"

"If it bothered you, you could have told me, instead of saving me only to betray me!"

"Dylan, I want a divorce!"

I roared, feeling my soul tear apart with pain.

He just watched me coldly. Only after I finished venting did he speak with mock mercy:

"We're already married. Fair or not isn't up to you."

"Divorce? Don't even think about it. Either accept it or endure it."

With that.

Dylan suddenly opened my car door and gave me a light push:

"You're really annoying me right now. Go reflect on yourself."

It had just rained heavily outside.

I happened to fall into a puddle of mud. The ground was slipperythe more I struggled to get up, the less I could stand.

Dylan just sat quietly in the car, expressionless:

"Lynn, see that?"

Seeing me look at him, he sneered:

"Without my help, you can't even stand up. If you really divorce me, where will you go?"

Without waiting for my answer.

The car door slammed shut, and the vehicle shot past me like an arrow, splashing mud all over my face.

As my vision went dark, memories with Dylan flashed through my mind like a slideshow.

Right after divorcing Ethan, unable to accept the betrayal, I developed severe depression.

I would self-harm uncontrollably. Every time I cut myself once, Dylan would discover it and cut himself twice.

When I couldn't sleep all night, Dylan had the roof of the villa removed.

Replaced it with a skylight and held me while counting stars all night.

When I couldn't eat, he'd go on hunger strikes with me.

After a year of this, I finally improved and began to trust him.

The day he confessed, he knelt on one knee and promised he would never betray me in this lifetime.

I believed him.

Now, just one year later.

Dylan's promise had already expired.

Coming back to my senses, I wiped the mud from my eyes and pushed myself up from the ground.

My clumsy movements made passersby laugh.

Ashamed and afraid, I frantically waved for a taxi.

Finally, one car didn't mind how dirty I was and agreed to take meon the condition that I pay upfront, plus an extra two hundred dollars.

I quickly agreed.

But when I tried to pay, I was told my card had just been frozen. I couldn't use a single cent.

The moment I was kicked out of the car, heavy rain poured down again.

It hit my body, painful and numbing.

I don't know how long I walked before I finally made it home with Dylan.

Pushing open the door, my mind went blank.

High heels and dress shoes lay intertwined on the floor, lace lingerie mixed with a black suit.

By the window, Dylan held Fiona in a passionate kiss.

In a trance, the scene from five years ago overlapped with the present.

I let out an incoherent howl, my hands and feet shaking uncontrollably.

The sound interrupted the intimate couple.

Dylan frowned irritably:

"Why are you making such a fuss? It's not like you haven't experienced this before."

Fiona laughed mockingly:

"Long time no see, Lynn. I was wrong on the phoneDylan is so much better than your ex-husband."

Her words pleased Dylan.

"You have good taste."

Dylan smiled and stood up, walking toward me.

But the closer he got, the more I trembled.

Finally, as he tried to reach out his hand, I bent over sharply and couldn't stop vomiting.

Vaguely, Dylan's figure stiffened for a moment.

After a pause, I heard an eerie voice by my ear:

"Lynn, do you find me disgusting?"

I had no energy to answer.

I just felt exhausted to the extreme.

But Dylan was hurt by my reaction. He grabbed me by the collar with both hands, laughing in rage:

"Lynn, you forced me to do this."

"I was planning to let it go after tonight, but now I'm going to make you suffer all the pain I've suffered."

He suddenly let go of me and beckoned to Fiona.

"You'll be the bride at my wedding with Lynn."

Fiona threw herself into his arms joyfully.

"Really? Then I want Lynn to be my bridesmaid. Five years ago, I was her bridesmaid once. Now she needs to be mine once to make it fair."

"Sure, let her be your bridesmaid and bring us the rings."

Dylan stared at me, enunciating each word like a knife slicing through my heart.

I looked up in disbelief.

I wanted to refuse, but my throat hurt so much I couldn't make a sound. I could only shake my head desperately.

Seeing this, Dylan grinned maliciously:

"It hurts, doesn't it? You're suffering, right?"

"Good, that's right. Five years ago when you married someone else, I suffered just like this."

I looked at Dylan's face, twisted with hatred.

I paused, as if suddenly understanding.

He didn't want fairness.

He just wanted me to suffer the same pain he once did.

The more I hurt, the more satisfied he was.

So I touched my numb, aching heart and forced a smile:

"No."

"Dylan, I'm not in pain. I'm just disgusted."

That one sentence completely ignited Dylan's rage.

He let go of Fiona and started dragging me upstairs.

I struggled desperately but couldn't overcome his strength.

Passing by the master bedroom, his steps paused slightly.

Then he kicked open the door next to it and shoved me inside.

Watching the door close, I reached out to stop it:

"Let me out..."

But I was still a step too late.

Outside the door, Dylan said coldly:

"Disgusted, huh? Tonight there's something even more disgusting waiting for you."

"Fiona, come upstairs."

Hearing this, I froze in place, cold from head to toe.

A moment later, intimate kissing sounds came from the other side of the wall.

Fiona's sultry moans also rang in my ears:

"You're so bad, making Lynn listen to us through the wall."

"There's something even worse. Want to try it..."

I covered my ears.

But the sounds still leaked through my fingers.

The cold seeped into my heart thread by thread, hurting so much I curled up on the floor.

My mind was at war with itself.

One moment it was Dylan's kindness to me, his promises, his smile.

The next moment I couldn't help but imagine him and Fiona's entangled bodies along with the sounds.

My head hurt terribly. I frantically pulled out my antidepressants from my clothes, stuffing them into my mouth one by one.

I don't know how much time passed before Dylan, wrapped in a bathrobe, opened the door and looked down at me condescendingly:

"Can't take it already? How are you going to get through this whole year?"

Behind him, Fiona, covered in intimate marks, laughed:

"Dylan, you're not feeling sorry for her, are you?"

Dylan's eyes flickered, but he still sneered:

"How could I?"

"I married her to make her feel the same pain I felt. Why would I feel sorry for her?"

I looked up in shock.

Despair spread from my heart.

It was all fakeno love, just a long-planned revenge against me.

Breaking down to the extreme paradoxically gave me a burst of strength. I suddenly stood up and slapped Dylan across the face.

The crisp sound made all three of us freeze simultaneously.

After a few seconds, Dylan roared:

"You dare hit me? Lynn, you really have a death wish!"

The heartache reached its peak.

I laughed bitterly:

"Didn't you bet that when I found out you cheated I'd slap you? Now I did. Why are you upset?"

I laughed even louder:

"But if it were Ethan, I really wouldn't have hit him. Because I couldn't bear to hit him."

As my words fell, Dylan's face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.

He stared at me for a long moment, then smiled:

"On purpose?"

"Then as you wish."

Dylan stepped back, the door closing bit by bit before my eyes.

This time, I didn't try to stop it.

Instead, I stepped backward to the bed.

When the sounds from next door started again, I piled up the blankets.

Standing on them, I opened the skylight Dylan had custom-made for me and climbed onto the roof little by little.

With each step, a voice in my ear urged me:

"Just die. Dylan doesn't love you anymore. Being with you is just for revenge. Only by truly dying can you find release."

The moment the voice faded, I smiled and leaped from the roof.

This time, it was my body passing by Dylan's window.

"Lynn, no!"

Inside the room, Dylan's eyes nearly split with rage as he rushed toward the window.