My Best Friend Changed Boyfriends Weekly… Until She Chose My Ten-Year Fiancé Chapter 04

A notification popped up at the top of my phone.

My relocation application had been approved. Departure date: the day after tomorrow.

I didn’t hesitate. I tapped Confirm.

On Chloe’s birthday, I checked out of the hospital early.

When I got home, Damon frowned.

“Why do you look so terrible?”

He reached out to feel my forehead, and I dodged.

His hand hung frozen in the air, and his voice turned cold.

“Lindsay, we’re getting our license tomorrow. Are you still going to make a scene?”

“Today is Chloe’s birthday. Don’t pull that face — she’ll be upset if she sees it.”

When he brought me to my parents’ house, Chloe came running over and threw her arms around me.

“Lindsay, I missed you so much. It’s been days!”

She hugged me hard.

The squeeze sent a sharp pain through my half-healed ribs.

I let out an involuntary hiss and shook her off.

She stood there, at a loss. “Lindsay, are you still mad at me?”

Before I could speak, Damon rushed over and wrapped her in his arms to comfort her.

As he passed me, his shoulder knocked into me.

I lost my balance and stumbled, my head spinning.

Damon faltered, a flicker of worry in his eyes.

Chloe’s eyes were red with grievance.

“Lindsay, I even gave up his baby for you. I never meant to take him from you. I was just a little greedy.”

“You’ve had him for ten years. I only asked for seven days. Is that too much?”

Damon’s arm tightened around her.

His gaze on me was ice-cold.

“Lindsay, haven’t you made enough of a scene?”

“Do you have to ruin everything for everyone?”

“Apologize to Chloe.”

I froze for a second, then laughed coldly. “Damon, did I get her pregnant and make her lose the baby?”

Before I could finish, my mother’s palm cracked across my face.

The room went silent.

The dizziness in my head spun worse, and my ribs throbbed again.

I nearly lost my footing.

My mother wanted to say something else, but she was too furious to speak.

Chloe’s sobs came in fits and starts, and each one twisted Damon’s heart.

He stared into my eyes. “Lindsay, apologize. Otherwise, we’re not getting that license tomorrow.”

My phone buzzed with a reminder that my flight was departing soon.

I looked at him, my voice very soft. “Fine. Then we won’t.”

And I turned and walked away.