My BFF’s “Gift” for My Daughter? She’s Pregnant With MY Husband’s Baby! Chapter 09
On the drive back from the courthouse, Derek dropped this bomb:
“I screwed someone else.”
He nodded at my seat, then grinned-slow and sick.
“Right here. Yesterday. She practically stripped for me. Yeah, I fucked her.”
Betrayed. Again.
I just sat there, frozen.
Derek kept going, like he was reliving it:
“Gotta say, Aaron’s right-Quinn’s hot as hell. You? Flat as fuck.”
Aaron was my ex. Quinn was my so-called best friend.
Five years ago, I caught them in bed together.
Derek saved me when I wanted to kill myself.
Now he’d thrown me away for the same bitch.
My throat closed up like someone’s hands were crushing it.
Took me forever to find my voice.
“Why?”
Why fuck someone else, then put a ring on my finger?
Why pick the best day of my life to destroy me?
Derek blinked.
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Then burst out laughing.
“Congrats. You won.”
What?
The car speakers buzzed. A voice I knew too well:
“Mmm, so you’re gonna use strawberry for me tonight, right baby?–”
Everything inside me went numb.
“Quinn bet me on how you’d react,” Derek said, like we were discussing the weather. “I said you’d bitch-slap me. She said you’d cry and ask why.”
He smirked. “Winner gets a prize. I win, she models fishnets for me. She wins, I fuck her with her favorite flavored condoms.”
His eyes glinted. “Well. You heard who won.”
Quinn’s voice dripped through the speakers:
“Oh Olivia… five whole years and you’re still the same weak little bitch. But damn girl, you do have taste in men. I might keep this one
Her mocking laughter hit me hard.
And just like that-I was back there.
Five years ago.
Rushing home early to surprise Aaron for his birthday.
Finding him balls-deep in Quinn against the bedroom window.
Aaron went white when he saw me.
Quinn? She fucking smiled. Lit up a cigarette, naked as hell:
“Oops. My bad, hon. Got bored. Your husband was just… available.”
I’d done the exact same pathetic thing back then.
Stood there sobbing. Kept asking them: “Why? Why would you do this?”
Watched their mouths form words I couldn’t hear. Like my brain just… shut down.
Until they started screaming. Both of them. Faces drained of color.
That’s when the cramping started-this searing, twisting agony in my stomach.
I looked down.
Red. Everywhere.
Lost three people that day.
My best friend of ten years. My husband of one.
And the baby I’d been carrying for three months-the one I didn’t even know I wanted until it was gone.
