Chapter 153 – Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)

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Just the idea of it made me feel like I couldn’t breathe.

I frowned and pushed Aaron away. “Aaron, I… I just decided I don’t really want to go to the kite festival. Why don’t we go home and sleep? This weather is better for a nap, anyway.”

I turned around to leave, but Aaron grabbed my arm and yanked me back.

The smile on his face had completely vanished, and now he was staring at me like a hawk. “Olive, how long are you going to keep running away?”

I tried to shake off his hand, but he was much stronger than me, and I couldn’t break free of him.

Aaron’s brow was furrowed, and he asked me seriously with a solemn exp**ssion, “Olive, don’t you think there’s something wrong bet**en us? Just talk to me, and we can figure it out together.”

I pursed my l*ps, not sure how to respond to him. No matter what how we talked about it, I knew there was no solution, and I was afraid we would end up arguing and breaking up.

I knew I didn’t want to go that far with Aaron. I bit my lower l*p and pulled my wrist away from Aaron. “I don’t want to talk about it right now. I want to go back.”

“That’s enough!” Aaron caught up with me, grabbed my hands, and pinned me against the door of the car. “Olive, I admit that proposal was too hasty, but that doesn’t mean you can keep avoiding me forever. You barely talk to me, you’re afraid to go out for a drive with me, and now you’ve agreed to go to the festival, yet you’re backing out before we’ve even gotten there. What are you afraid of?”

“I…” I raised my eyes to meet Aaron’s, and his piercing blue eyes were full of anger and disappointment.

Originally, I had thought of a lot of excuses in response, but when I

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saw the look in his eyes, I had no idea what to say. Because I knew he was right. I had been sensitive lately, but I couldn’t control my thoughts, and I was afraid he would propose again.

As I was lost in thought, Aaron gripped my shoulders and demanded, “Olive, do you really want to marry me that badly?”

Aaron’s relentless questioning left me speechless. These days, I was endlessly bombarded by stress and constantly on the brink of an emotional breakdown. Now, Aaron was badgering me with these questions. I felt like I was about to explode.

If he hadn’t proposed, none of this would have happened. Why did he have to put so much p**ssure on me?

Right now, I was also overwhelmed with anger. I wanted to just yell that yes, I didn’t want to marry him. But I knew that if I said those words, a breakup was bound to eventually follow.

In the end, the corners of my l*ps just twitched, leaving those words unsaid. Instead, I replied, “Whatever you think.”

The pain in his eyes made my heart ache. I averted my gaze, pushed his hand away, and stomped off to the curb to hail a taxi.

“Olive!” Aaron ran after me and grabbed my wrist. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“What else do you want from me?” I frowned impatiently. “You already know my answer, so why do I need to explain anymore?”

“But you’ve never actually explained your answer, Olive. I’m only human. I’ve gotten tired of all this arguing, and I just want you to tell me clearly and honestly what you really think. Why don’t you want to marry me?” Aaron’s grip on my arm tightened as he spoke, his eyes staring into mine.

I noticed that his eyes were a bit red, but I didn’t know if it was from anger or from sadness. That look in his eyes, like he was on the verge of collapse, made my head spin again.

I didn’t know how to answer him, so I could only avoid his questions once again. “Whatever you think.”

I shoved him away, stepped into the cab, and told the driver, “Sir, please drive as fast as you can.”

The driver stared at me in confusion for a moment before starting the car and racing away.

In the rearview mirror, I could see Aaron’s disheveled and disappointed figure gradually grow blurry and disappear from my view.

The mere memory of the hurt exp**ssion made me feel like I was stabbed. But I still couldn’t just say yes to him.

Wouldn’t it be fine if we just didn’t get married? If we get along, then we can live happily ever after, right? Or do we have to get married to ensure our happiness?

And is Aaron trying to prove something by getting married? To prove that we love each other, or to prove that we will never part ways?

But… I just don’t want to get married. Wouldn’t it be bad to get married just to maintain the status quo?

When I thought about Aaron’s teary eyes, I felt like I had fallen into a bottomless abyss. I tried so hard to climb back out, but there was an invisible hand tugging at my arm, dragging me deeper and deeper in.

The happiness that shone down on us, and the joy that was submerged below… They were all cast into shadows now, and I couldn’t find a way out. I felt an overwhelming sense of loss, not knowing whether it was the relationship that turned sour or if it was all just my fault.

I couldn’t give Aaron what he wanted, but I was selfish enough that I couldn’t let him go.

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The cab driver continued on while I was thinking, but eventually turned and asked me in a confused tone, “Ma’am, where are you headed to?”

I just called this cab to avoid the argument with Aaron, and I was so lost in thought that I had no idea where I was going.

“Just bring me to the nearest bar, please.” I forced a smile onto my face.

The driver glanced at me through the rearview mirror, nodded, and dropped me off at a random bar.

The bar was packed full of people, but even in this lively atmosphere, I felt like I couldn’t fit in.

I plopped myself down on a barstool. I rested my chin on my hand as I watched the intoxicated crowd unleash their passion on the dance floor.

The bartender approached me with a polite smile on his face. “What would you like to drink, ma’am?”

“A whiskey, please,” I whispered in response.

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