My Husband’s Double Love for Me and My Best Friend
Chapter 01
In LA’s high society, everyone knew Sebastian Montgomery was the perfect husband-meticulous, accomplished, the
rising star who seemed to have it all.
So perfect he split his love into two-one for me, one for my best friend.
He’d buy two multi-million-dollar mansions as birthday gifts, even two wedding bands.
Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore:
“Sebastian, let’s get divorced. I said. You can’t give me the exclusive love I need.”
He ruffled my hair gently, his voice warm:
“Lena, she’s your best friend, he said. So close you could share the same jeans.”
“If I’m good to you, of course I have to be good to her too.”
Once again, I chose to believe it was caring for your closest friend because I love you.
A month later, I returned from a business trip to New York and walked in on him accompanying Chloe to her prenatal
checkup.
He wiped the fine sweat from her forehead gently, smiling:
“When the baby’s born, I’ll take you back to the Montgomery estate, he said.”
In that moment, I trembled all over. That so-called split love turned out to be just an excuse for his infidelity.
Just twelve hours before. Sebastian had been on the phone, his voice dripping with concern, saying he’d catch the first
flight to New York if I needed him.
But now, if my stomach hadn’t acted up and brought me to the hospital, I’d have been fooled for a lifetime.
My feet felt like they were filled with lead, every step toward them agony.
When they saw me, panic flashed across both their faces.
Chloe pulled her hand away from his and linked arms with me hastily.
“Lena, you’re back, she said. Why didn’t you tell us?”
I stared at her swollen belly and the prenatal report in Sebastian’s hand, laughing bitterly.
“You’re pregn@nt. I said. Whose baby is it? When did this happen?”
I fired off three questions in a row, and Chloe’s face turned awkward.
“Let me explain, she started urgently.”
I yanked my arm away sharply.
Chloe stumbled a few steps.
Sebastian rushed to steady her: “Chloe, are you okay?”
She shook her head, looking wronged.
Sebastian turned to me, his tone annoyed.
That’s going too far. Lena, he said. She’s pregn@nt and you pushed her.”
I locked eyes with him, clutching my medical receipt tightly.
At eighteen, during a school field trip hike. I’d twisted my ankle. He’d carried me down the mountain on his back.
and said then: “I’ll never let you get hurt for the rest of my life.”
Those soft, tender eyes now belonged to my best friend.
A deep chill settled in my bones. “Sebastian, look at me. I am your wife,” my voice shook with the effort. “Do I have to
share your bed with her? Share a pregn@ncy too? Is everything divided now?”
He lowered his gaze.
Chloe’s eyes met my furious, red-rimmed ones. Then, to my horror, she raised her hand and struck her own face-once.
twice. “I’m so sorry. Lena,” she sobbed.
“I’m sorry, Lena, she said. I seduced him. Blame me, not him!”
“I’ll get an abortion right now, she said. Don’t fight because of me!”
Sebastian held her hand tightly.
He said to me: “It’s not her fault. I don’t love you anymore.”
He said it so softly, yet each word landed like a shard of glass, shredding what was left of my heart.
“So what, I asked, barely able to get the words out.”
Sebastian said: “Let’s get divorced. I’ll leave with nothing-all marital assets are yours, including seventy percent of the
company’s shares.”
After speaking, as if unable to bear the sight of me, he lifted Chloe into his arms.
Instinctively. I reached out and grabbed the sleeve of his shirt.
Just like I had every time we’d fought before.
“End it with her now, Sebastian, I said. We can go back to how we were.”
“If you walk away, we’ll never get back to how we were.”
He still left without looking back.
I stood there numb.
Today, the man I’d loved for ten years had admitted he’d fallen out of love, choosing to divorce me to marry my dearest
friend.
I walked to a nearby trash can and threw the crumpled medical receipt inside.
If something’s unwanted, just throw it away.
On the Uber ride back to Malibu, my phone popped up with thirty apology texts from Chloe. I swiped them all away.
Then, her Instagram account appeared.
I clicked on it for the first time.
The power of destined love is incredible, she’d posted. Found my wealthy, caring older man.”
The attached photo was a close-up of their intertwined hands. A pale band of skin, slightly lighter, circled his ring finger where his wedding band should have been. But it was the ugly, raised scar on the back of his hand that stole my breath- the one he’d taken for me, jumping in front of a blade years ago.
“pregn@nt, she’d posted. He bought me a mansion. Now my baby and I have a home.”
So that multi-million-dollar “birthday gift” mansion had actually been a pregn@ncy present. She’d been pregn@nt six
months ago.
I don’t remember how I finished scrolling through her posts. Tears blurred my vision, my heart aching so badly I could
barely breathe.
All that time, I’d been naive enough to believe his kindness to her was an extension of his love for me.
The bitter truth? I was never the reason. I was their alibi.
The rain stopped outside the car window.
Sebastian, this is where we end.