My Best Friend Slept With My Mafia Husband Chapter 01

My Best Friend Slept With My Mafia Husband Chapter 01

My best friend, Ismeria, secretly created a couple’s short-video account with my mafia husband Alarion.

It blew up on TikTok.

In two weeks, they gained millions of followers and made enough money to buy a villa in Manhattan.

I followed my best friend’s TikTok account without hesitation and watched every update.

Every time I saw it, I felt happy for her. She had finally found such a thoughtful boyfriend.

But I always felt that the blurred boyfriend in her videos had certain little habits that looked far too much like my ice-cold husband.

When I joked about it with her, she flicked me on the forehead.

“Virelle, you hopeless romantic. You think every man looks like that iceberg husband of yours.”

My best friend did not know my husband was the mafia boss of New York’s underworld.

All she knew was that he always wore the same cold, unreadable face.

That he never got drunk.

That he would always be loyal to me.

Embarrassed, I rubbed my forehead and quickly changed the subject.

Then Alarion decided to take his men to Hawaii on business, and I brought Ismeria along so we could enjoy the Hawaiian sun together.

The sun in Hawaii was warm. Alarion remained his usual cool, untouchable self.

On the flight home, the plane suddenly malfunctioned.

The flight attendants handed out slips of paper and asked everyone to write their final words.

With shaking hands, I finished mine.

Then, by accident, I glanced over and saw that the two of them had written each other’s names.

Alarion opened the camera and smiled.

A bright, unguarded smile I had never seen before.

Alarion and Ismeria appeared in the frame together.

“Ismeria, I’m still glad you’re the one beside me at the last moment of my life.”

“Everyone, this account won’t be updated anymore. Goodbye.”

Neither of them noticed that outside the camera frame, my face had gone white.

So betrayal hurt more than the fear of death.

But the plane landed safely.

None of the three of us died.

I did not cry.

I did not make a scene.

I calmly tore up the farewell note in my hand and opened the car door.

“What are you standing there for? Get in.”