My Fiancé Lived With My Best Friend So I Left Chapter 03
Damian’s expression looked awful, but he did not explain.
Bianca gently tugged at his sleeve.
“Damian, let’s go upstairs.”
He was silent for a few seconds. Then he held the umbrella for her and led her through the building entrance.
I stood in the rain, watching them walk farther and farther away.
His inner voice grew quieter and quieter.
[Valentina isn’t a mistress.]
[She’s the person I love most.]
I stopped listening.
The rain grew heavier. I crouched beside the trash cans again.
I opened the soaked cardboard boxes, searching for the old pocket watch my grandmother had left me.
But after searching every box, I still could not find it.
I had been drenched in the rain for too long. My vision suddenly went black.
When I woke up again, I was lying in a somewhat unfamiliar guest room.
Bianca sat at the bedside, her eyes red from crying.
“Valentina, you fainted just now.”
“I asked Damian to carry you up.”
She tucked the blanket around me.
“Don’t take what the people in the neighborhood said to heart. I already explained it to them.”
“I told them you weren’t here to interfere with our marriage.”
“We’re friends. This time, you wanted to move in and live with me.”
“It’s just that the estate belongs to Damian, and he is my fiance now. That’s why there was a misunderstanding.”
She spoke with such apparent sincerity, as if she truly were helping me out of an awkward situation.
But I remembered our university days.
My poverty grant had been stolen by someone else, and Bianca had gone with me to confront the counselor.
“I hate bitches who steal other people’s things and then pretend they’re innocent!”
Back then, she had been even angrier than I was.
But now, when she called Damian her fiance, she wore that same innocent expression.
In the past, Bianca had looked down on Damian. Whenever she mentioned him, she would curse him by his full name.
But at some point, she began calling him Damian.
She began wearing his coat.
She began eating with him and traveling with him alone.
It wasn’t that I hadn’t noticed she was crossing boundaries.
But she was my best friend.
And Damian always said I was overthinking.
His inner voice had sounded again and again.
[Valentina, I only love you.]
So again and again, I forced myself to suppress the discomfort in my heart.
But now, I no longer wanted to pretend I couldn’t see it.
“Bianca, stop acting.”
I pushed myself up by the edge of the bed.
“Where is my pass?”
I had to report to the Northern Commission headquarters today.
But the copies of the documents I needed had all been ruined by the rain.
I had once treated this place as my home, so I had kept the original important documents here.
Bianca froze for a moment.
“I don’t know. Why don’t you look for it?”
I ignored her, threw back the blanket, and got out of bed.
The master bedroom was now her room.
Yet several of Damian’s shirts hung in the closet.
My clothes had been shoved into the farthest corner, wrinkled beyond recognition.
Bianca followed behind me and explained in a small voice.
“Sometimes when he drinks too much, he sleeps in my room.”
I did not want to know what they had done here.
I only wanted to find my pass.
But when I opened the bedside drawer, there was no document folder inside.
Only three boxes of contraceptives.
One box fewer than the last time I had returned to the estate.
My hand froze.
I forced myself to look away.
On the small table beside the bed, there was still an uncleaned food container.
Bianca seemed to remember only then and let out a small gasp.
“Valentina, is this the pass you’re looking for?”
She moved aside the plastic food container.
Under it was my graduation pass, its cover already covered in oil.
Bianca bit her lip.
“I’m sorry. I was eating in the room last night and saw that it was stiff, so I used it to pad the food box.”
I snatched it up and opened the cover.
The pages were soaked through with red oil.
Even the embossed seal gave off a sharp, unpleasant smell.
“Valentina, don’t be ungrateful!”
Damian strode in and stood in front of Bianca.
