My Best Friend Stole My Cheating Boyfriend, I Called It Double Blessing Chapter 07

My Best Friend Stole My Cheating Boyfriend, I Called It Double Blessing Chapter 07

After my parents brought me down south to 

Sunnyvale, I discovered the weather here is gentle 

and warm. It loosened something in my chest. 

On the drive to their place, I laid out everything that 

happened. My mom was furious. She ranted 

about Nathan the whole ride. Eventually, she 

jabbed my forehead in frustration. 

“You begged me to let you stay up north. If you’d 

just listened to me, would you have suffered all 

that?” 

I had zero defense. I didn’t say a word. But when I 

walked into the house, the dinner table was loaded 

with every dish I loved. 

Cajun crawfish boil. Blackened shrimp. Everything. 

smothered in seasoning. The exact flavors Nathan 

and Chloe refused to ever touch for my sake. 

I sat down, and my nose stung. My dad set the 

last plate down, playing it casual. 

“I know you’ve been through it, sweetheart. But my daughter doesn’t live her life walking on eggshells for anyone. If you want to dance again, dance. 

Dad’s got your back.” 

He looked travel–worn, hair a mess. The moment 

he spotted me, his eyes flared to life. “Eve!” 

He rushed forward to hug me. I stepped back and 

dodged him. 

Hurt flickered across his face. “Are you still mad? I 

came to take you home.” 

I looked at him and laughed. “What, you’re here to drag me back to pay that money? And you’re 

confused. This is my home.” 

He couldn’t hold my gaze. “I know. I was wrong. about everything. I was under so much pressure, and you were fighting with me, so I believed Chloe 

without thinking.” 

“I’ve spent half a month looking for you. I’ve regretted it every single day. Come back with me.” 

I sidestepped his reaching hand again. “Nathan, is your memory that bad? We broke up. Why are your here? Shouldn’t you be with brilliant, capable Chloe 

now?” 

His voice pitched louder. “I don’t accept that. Eve, Chloe and I were never a thing. After all these years, you’re really just going to throw this away?“– 

I cut him off, each word a jab. “Throw it away? 

Okay, let’s talk about that. My birthday–three years in a row. Who were you with?” 

He opened his mouth, nothing came out. I kept 

going. “The designer bag we both loved–why was 

it on her shoulder?” 

“|—” 

“When the company crisis hit, whose word did you believe first? And now you’re asking me if I’m willing to walk away? What do you think?” 

By the time I finished, his lips were trembling. “Eve, it was work stuff. She said she needed a nice bag. to impress clients. I didn’t think she’d lie…” 

His explanations came out in a frantic, disjointed tumble until his voice just died, like he’d been. 

choked silent. 

“I don’t want to hear your excuses. I honestly don’t. care anymore. Leave, Nathan. I’m doing really well 

now.” 

I walked around him and went inside. He stood 

down there for hours that night. I didn’t soften. Not 

this time.