Her Best Friend Bragged Online About Having A Secret Family With Her Man Chapter 02

Her Best Friend Bragged Online About Having A Secret Family With Her Man Chapter 02

My whole body was shaking. I bit my lower lip until I tasted blood. With trembling hands, I clicked on the user’s profile picture.

The loading icon spun twice before a cold notification popped up: Due to the user’s privacy settings, you cannot view this profile.

She had blocked me.

Or rather, she had blocked this specific account.

“Cassie”—Cassie Blake.

My best friend, Cassie Blake.

We were college roommates for four years. We were so close we would wear each other’s dresses and share the same bowl of chili fries.

Aside from Julian, she was the person I felt closest to in this city.

During freshman year, I introduced Julian to her.

How could I have known that I was inviting a wolf into my home?

I forced myself to calm down, exited the app, and switched to a burner account I had never used before. I searched for her handle and entered her profile again.

Hundreds of posts, like a long-premeditated execution, came crashing down on me.

The baby kicked today! He touched my belly, his eyes went red, and he said this is the fruit of our love.

Attached photo: A man’s hand resting on a protruding pregnant belly. On that wrist was that same faint scar.

Our first trip as a family of three. As long as he’s by my side, I’m not afraid of anything.

Attached photo: A sun-drenched beach. A little boy, about two or three years old, was sitting on a man’s shoulders. Only the lower half of the man’s face was visible, sporting a doting smile. That jawline, that specific curve of his smile—I had kissed it countless times. It was etched into my soul.

Like a masochist, I kept scrolling through every single post.

Every photo, every caption—they lined up perfectly with my memories of Julian.

Three years ago, during the May long weekend, Julian said he was going out of state for a project. In reality, he was accompanying Cassie to her prenatal checkup.

Two years ago, on my birthday, Julian said his flight was delayed and he couldn’t make it back. In reality, it was because Cassie’s child had a high fever, and he stayed by their side at the hospital all night.

Last month, on our anniversary, he gave me a diamond necklace. Moments later, he bought Cassie a Porsche. Her caption read: A reward for his MVP.

The most absurd and horrifying part was the line: Because the marriage certificate her husband signed with me is the real one.

I slammed open my drawer and pulled out the marriage certificate I shared with Julian.

The paper was official, the gold seal was clear, and the two of us in the photo were smiling with pure sweetness.

I thought back to that Graduation Party.

Everyone was so happy that day. Cassie kept pulling me to do shots. I never had a high tolerance for alcohol; after a few rounds, I blacked out.

When I woke up the next morning in a hotel room, my head felt like it was splitting open.

Julian was sitting by the bed, his eyes bloodshot. He gripped my hand tightly and said, “Sera, I drank too much last night. I didn’t take good care of you. I’m so sorry.”

At the time, I thought he was just blaming himself for not stopping me from drinking.

Now that I think back, that apology wasn’t about me getting drunk.

It was because, on that night while I was unconscious, he and my best friend were together in the room next door!

Later, Cassie told me with teary eyes that she had gone through a breakup and wanted to go abroad to clear her head.

I was stupid enough to go to the airport to see her off. I held her and cried for a long time, telling her to take care of herself.

It turns out she never went abroad!

She was right there in the neighboring state, carrying my husband’s child, comfortably enjoying Julian’s care while shamelessly mocking me—the “legal wife” kept in the dark—on the internet!