Chapter 2

Once I made up my mind, I texted Julian right away about the divorce.

He called me back, shouting:

"Chloe, Serena slit her wrist—it could’ve been life-threatening! You want a divorce just because I helped her?! I’m not agreeing to this!"

With that, he hung up before I could even say anything.

Three years of dating, one year of marriage, and a baby that was almost here.

I never thought it would all fall apart because of Serena—the girl he’d always had a thing for!

This morning, I ran into Serena at the hospital.

She insisted on helping me get a cab, and I didn’t turn down her offer.

Then the driver suddenly swerved and crashed into a truck.

The driver had minor scrapes and took off, leaving me lying in a pool of blood in the middle of the road.

Looking back now, maybe the crash wasn’t an accident at all—maybe Serena planned it.

Just then, Mia woke up beside me, tears filling her eyes.

I was about to comfort her when her husband Leo, the police officer, called, yelling:

"What the hell is your problem? You’ve always been perfectly healthy—how could you miscarry? You want a divorce? Fine, then let’s divorce!"

The call ended abruptly.

My best friend stared at her phone, lost in thought.

Seeing how fragile she looked, I said, "Don’t be upset. These two guys aren’t worth crying over."

Thinking about it, maybe this outcome was inevitable from the moment we decided to marry them.

Julian had intentionally picked Serena’s birthday for our wedding—his resentment was obvious.

Even our marriages were just leverage for the brothers to win Serena back. There was never any real love there.

It’s ridiculous how Mia and I let ourselves be played for fools.

Hours had passed since the accident, and we were in Julian’s hospital, but he still wouldn’t come see us.

Maybe in his eyes, I was never worth his time.

I realized that too late.

And the price I paid was way too high.