My So-Called Best Friend Sold My Number Chapter 03
Chapter 3 The Confrontation
“Daph, I’ll go deal with him.”
“Don’t show up. If he sees you, he’ll just lose it.”
“Whatever happened or didn’t happen… your reputation matters more.”
We were known as inseparable. And I was stupid enough to trust her with everything. Every secret. Every detail.
She sounded like she was helping, but not once did she actually defend me.
If anything, she made it sound like I’d really done all of it.
I stepped forward.
“I’ll handle it myself.”
“I didn’t do any of this. If I explain it properly, he’ll listen.”
“And honestly? Every time you ‘help,’ he just gets worse.”
She froze. Then she grabbed my wrist.
“Let me go.”
I pulled away.
“I’m going.”
She had no choice.
“…Fine. I’ll go with you.”
Downstairs.
Ethan stood there like a man on the edge. Eyes bloodshot. Jaw tight.
When he saw me, he snapped.
“Daphne Blake. You finally decided to show your face?”
“You cheated on me, didn’t you?!”
“How the hell did I not see what kind of b*tch you are?”
“You lied to me. You played me! Why!”
A crowd had already gathered.
Whispers. Snickers. Phones out.
Like I was some kind of show.
Chloe rushed forward, grabbing his arm.
“Ethan, stop. Let’s talk in private. You’re making things worse. Whatever Daphne did, you shouldn’t act like this—”
That one sentence blew everything up.
“Oh, so she DID do it?”
“Even her best friend admitted it!”
“Wow. What a b*tch.”
“Ethan’s such a good student. Yeah, he’s a little withdrawn, but that doesn’t mean she gets to treat him like this, right?”
“I heard the guy she cheated with is like forty or something.”
“Obviously for money. Classic gold digger.”
Voices piled on.
Sharp. Loud. Relentless.
I ignored all of it.
Looked straight at Ethan.
“I didn’t do any of that.”
“Who told you? Bring them out. Let’s face this properly.”
He let out a cold laugh.
“Doesn’t matter who said it.”
“You did it.”
So he wouldn’t name her.
Of course, he wouldn’t.
“Then show me proof.”
His face twisted.
“You think I don’t know? You’re juggling guys behind my back.”
“You talk to a bunch of men every day.”
“I’ve seen the photos. You were in bed with other guys.”
I pulled out my phone.
Unlocked it.
Held it out.
“Here. Look.”
“Every contact is either family or classmates.”
“Go on. Show everyone which one I slept with.”
He grabbed the phone.
Scrolled. Nothing.
