Not Enough Support From My Husband His Best Friend Stepped In Chapter 03

Not Enough Support From My Husband His Best Friend Stepped In Chapter 03

Caden told me to take my time eating.

“Where’s Bryson? Does he know what you’re going through?”

I shook my head.

Caden went quiet. Then, “How long has it been since he came home?”

I smiled bitterly.

“Sometime last month, I think. He’s always off on business trips lately. He stopped by last month just to grab some paperwork and left right away.”

With Elsie trailing behind him.

Bryson had just picked up the baby when Elsie cut in.

“Mr. Carter, you’ve held the baby for one minute. A minute is millions. We can’t waste any more time.”

His face stiffened. He handed the baby back reluctantly.

“Olive, take good care of the little one. I’ll come see you once this busy stretch is over.”

But that busy stretch dragged on for nearly three months.

I’d heard he’d bought a small apartment at his travel destination for the project he was working on.

Caden’s face darkened. He pulled out his phone.

I grabbed his hand. “Don’t. He’s busy…”

What I didn’t say was that calling him without booking an appointment first might mean I wouldn’t even get those few hundred bucks next month.

Caden let out a cold laugh. “Busy? Busy buying Elsie gowns?”

“Word’s spread all through our circle. He booked out the entire Cartier floor for his little secretary’s birthday.”

“And dropped millions on a custom couture gown without a second thought.”

I hung my head and dug my nails into my palm.

So everyone already knew.

I was the only fool staying home, stretching those few hundred dollars to scrape by.

Caden saw my pale face and realized he’d said too much.

“I didn’t mean it like that. I just think Bryson’s a rotten bastard for treating you like this.”

He looked around the empty house and sighed. Right then, he placed an online order for plenty of vegetables and ready-to-eat meals.

“Olive, you can’t keep being so passive. If Bryson keeps treating you this badly, you could always divorce him.”

Since I was his best friend’s wife, he could only offer so much advice.

But we had a baby together, and childbirth had left me with lasting injuries.

If we really got divorced, what would happen to the little one?

Still, I was grateful Caden had come. His supplies would feed the baby and me for at least another two weeks.

Two days later, I suddenly got a call from Margaret Carter, Bryson’s mother.

“Olive, I’m coming by in a couple of days to see you and the baby. Oh, did you get the hundred thousand I sent last month?”

I froze. “A hundred thousand? When?”

Her tone sharpened at my reaction. “You didn’t get it? That little bastard Bryson. I told him to give it to you. What is he doing?”

“Margaret…” My lips trembled. “Bryson has Elsie handling all household expenses. Everything goes through her.”

“Last time, Elsie said you were upset I had a girl. So you didn’t give anything…”

Margaret took a deep breath over the line and muttered a curse. “That bastard!”

“Olive, stay right there. I’m coming to stand up for you right now.”

Half an hour later, the doorbell rang.

Margaret took one look at me and her face went pale.

“You…” She stared at my puffy face and disheveled appearance, her gaze filled with heartache. “Has that bastard Bryson been mistreating you?”

She took the baby in her arms, fury burning in her eyes.