My Best Friend Stole My Cheating Boyfriend, I Called It Double Blessing Chapter 05
His mother’s words hit him like a sledgehammer. He lurched upright. “When?”Â
Mrs. Carter flinched at his reaction. “Just today.Â
Her parents came and picked her up. I thoughtÂ
since we haven’t seen them in years, we could allÂ
have dinner. They said Eve wasn’t up for it, so theyÂ
just… left.”Â
Nathan couldn’t wrap his head around it. Eve ranÂ
away to dodge responsibility? Did she really notÂ
trust him? Did she actually believe he’d make herÂ
pay? He’d only wanted to teach her a lesson. AndÂ
her response was to grab her parents and bolt?Â
What a joke. What a coward.Â
He snatched his phone off the carpet and pulled up their chat. It still sat on his last message, demanding a public apology. She hadn’tÂ
responded. Fury boiled over. He fired off a stringÂ
of texts.Â
[Eve! This is insane!]Â
[You screw up and can’t even own it? Hiding solves nothing.]Â
[Don’t make me come get you. Come back andÂ
apologize on your own!]Â
Delivered. No reply for ages. He sent another.Â
[I’ll cover the money. Just apologize in front of the staff.]Â
He was about to call her when his phone buzzed. Chloe.Â
He picked up, and her voice came through–worn out but buzzing. “Nathan, I fixed it. I got them to rework the terms. We just have to deliver. No penalty. We’re not making a dime, but at least we’re not bleeding out.”Â
Nathan’s shoulders sagged with relief. His voice softened. “Thank God for you, Chloe.”Â
“For you–and the company–of course.”Â
After he hung up, his mind drifted back to Eve. SheÂ
was the one who recommended Chloe.Â
Every time she talked about Chloe, her eyes used to shine with admiration.Â
He used to wonder how two people the same age could be so different. One handled everything like a pro. The other tossed the whole company aside over jealousy.Â
He sank deeper into the couch, disappointmentÂ
curdling in his chest. After a long moment, heÂ
sighed.Â
Fine. Once this project was behind them, he’d haveÂ
Eve stay home. It wasn’t like she contributed muchÂ
anyway.Â
The next day, since Chloe had to drive her parentsÂ
to the airport, Nathan signed the revised contractÂ
alone. After the ink dried, Mr. Chandler, the client’sÂ
CEO, clapped him on the shoulder with a sly grin.Â
“Mr. Carter, next time, don’t let your mother–in–lawÂ
into your office. Older folks don’t know any better. They’ll post anything online.”Â
Nathan stopped mid–step. He turned slowly. “What do you mean?”Â
Mr. Chandler chuckled and showed him a socialÂ
media post on his phone. “If your mother–in–lawÂ
hadn’t posted that data, you’d have made a killingÂ
on this deal, wouldn’t you?”
