His Camera Loved My Best Friend Chapter 03

His Camera Loved My Best Friend Chapter 03

I didn’t reply.

I lay on the bed while the fluorescent light stung tears from my eyes.

Back when we lived in foster care, a rich couple chose Vanessa because she was beautiful.

Everyone knew that if she went with them, her life would become a thousand times better.

But Vanessa refused.

Because they wouldn’t take me too.

That day, I was crushed by guilt and cried until I could barely breathe.

Vanessa comforted me instead.

“What’s there to cry about?”

“We’ve been together since we were little.”

“We’re supposed to be sisters for life.”

Then I remembered another year.

Right before the high school entrance exam, Vanessa rejected a troubled boy’s confession.

His admirer came to the school gate with a broken bottle.

“Who’s Vanessa Quinn?”

My eyes swept over the bottle in her hand.

Then I raised my eyes.

“I’m Vanessa Quinn.”

When Vanessa found me that day, I was covered in injuries.

She cried so hard her whole body shook.

“Are you stupid?”

“What about your exam if your hand is hurt like this?”

“You studied so hard.”

“It shouldn’t be like this.”

“You should get into a good school and live well.”

I was in so much pain I nearly passed out.

But I still gritted my teeth and teased her.

“Beautiful girl, having you is already a good life.”

Vanessa called.

Her voice trembled.

“Leah?”

I didn’t speak.

She started crying at once.

“Nothing happened between me and Julian.”

I stayed silent for more than ten seconds.

Then I asked hoarsely:

“Is Julian really that good?”

Good enough for you to lose me?

Vanessa understood what I meant.

Her crying suddenly stopped.

“But I never meant to hurt you.”

“Leah, you have to believe me.”

I curled into myself.

My stomach started hurting again.

The last time it hurt like this, Julian had forgotten to cook for me.

Vanessa canceled a brand collaboration she had begged for and flew overnight to help me curse him out.

“Leah is my best friend.”

“If you ever fail to take care of her again, I’ll come after you.”

One was my best friend who had walked with me through darkness.

The other was the boyfriend who had warmed my entire youth.

The happier I had been then, the more painful it was now.

“Don’t contact me again.”

I believed Vanessa hadn’t meant to hurt me.

I also believed she and Julian had not crossed the ugliest line.

But did betrayal only count if bodies were involved?

In seven years, there had been countless chances.

They could have told me the truth.

Or cut it off cleanly and returned to their own places.

They didn’t.

To me, that was betrayal.

My stomach felt like a knife was twisting inside it.

I bit hard into my lip.

Cold sweat and blood fell onto the hotel carpet and disappeared almost instantly.

Just like all the love I had offered over the years.

No one had seen it.