Chapter 261 – Cheating with My Boyfriend’s Best Friend Novel by Jane E L (Olive & Aaron)

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“Come on! Seriously?”

“You’re such a psycho! How could you k**s me when I look like this?”

When I recalled the unexpected k**s on the sofa not long ago, and switched my perspective, I saw myself through Aaron’s eyes, looking like a ghost.It made me feel frustrated.I stormed into the restaurant with my face covered and headed straight for the bathroom to remove my makeup.

When I emerged, fresh-faced, Aaron t**sed me again.

“You look so much more beautiful without makeup, my dear”

“Shut up!” I snapped, giving him the fi**ger.

I had worked as a waitress at this French restaurant during my undergraduate years and was familiar with the menu.

After placing our order, Aaron asked if I had any wine recommendations.

“That reminded me” I said, beckoning to the waiter.

“Please change our drinks to non-alcoholic beverages. My friend can’t drink.”

The thought of Aaron and alcohol brought back memories of that ridiculous night.

Not long after, our appetizers arrived at the table.

“A French meal without wine is like a day without sunshine”

Aaron lamented as he finished his special fizzy drink with a rather regretful exp**ssion.

“If you have wine, you won’t live to see another day, I countered unceremoniously.

Aaron laughed again, saying, “It seems I’ve completely brought you out of your parents’ influence.”

“Should I thank you?”

I glanced at him and said, “Well, I don’t get along with my parents because they are far away.Why do you hate your parents?”

“It’s just my dad.I’m very close to my mom, Aaron replied without looking up, concentrating on his soup.

“I remember.When you got engaged, Mrs.Grace gave her blessing publicly.” I recalled some not so pleasant memories.

To that, Aaron just snorted.I looked up at him.”You misunderstood.I’m not talking about her, Aaron said calmly without looking at me.I put down my knife and fork, sensing something different about him.

‘Isn’t Mrs.Grace his mother?’ I wondered.

‘What does that mean? Had the old man been married to another wife before?’ I was a little puzzled but denied it.

Although I hadn’t checked out the Morris family much, a family that big would have to make a big deal out of a divorce and then a remarriage.

I couldn’t have been unaware of it.

And most importantly, I remembered reading a story that explicitly mentioned that Mrs.Grace was the old man’s first and only love.

‘Could it be that…

Aaron is not Mrs.Grace’s biological son? Is he an illegitimate child?’ Losing interest in eating the meat that came to my mouth, I waited for Aaron to explain.

Seeming to sense my gaze, Aaron looked up to meet my eyes.

“How did you know she gave her blessing? I thought you hadn’t paid any attention to me after that.”

“The food here is quite good, no worse than that of a 3-star Michelin restaurant”

I quickly lowered my head and concentrated on eating.

Aaron chuckled, not p**ssing the issue.

And I didn’t get a chance to hear him say that Mrs.Grace was not his mother.

We both finished the “romantic Christmas dinner”

in silence, each with our own thougnts.

In fact, the environment was romantic.

It was the people who were not romantic.

Aaron drove me home, and I turned down his proposal to see me upstairs.

I hadn’t been lying to him.I was indeed I exhausted.

I fell into a dream almost as soon as my head hit the pillow.

Only it was not a nice dream.

Probably because of that postcard, in my dream, I went back to that heartbreaking night in my childhood.

While the other children were the fruit of love.

I was an accident and the biggest obstacle to the love of my parents.

That night, I learned that I was the main reason my parents almost got divorced.

I learned that continuing my boarding school life was the only thing I could do for them.

But why should a three-year-old child bear such a heavy burden of love? Why wouldn’t they come to see me for so many years? Just because I made that promise? Every year, all I received from my parents was a postcard and a penguin doll.

After I wrote them an email telling them I had outgrown playing with toys, all that was left was a postcard.

I hated my parents for their lack of love and attention.

But at the same time, I longed for the day when they would realize their mistake and regret ignoring me.

That day never came.

We stopped contacting each other.

When I came of age, I left boarding school and rented an apartment without any questions from them.

When people are in distress, they often instinctively call out the names of those they trust the most.

Sad for me, I couldn’t find any.

Except for…

“Aaron!”

With tears in my eyes, I woke up from my dream and slowly realized that I had shouted his name.

Waking up from my dream, I was confused and unsure if that had been a hallucination.

‘Did I shout Aaron’s name? Did I really do that?’

“I must be out of my mind!” I murmured in pain, clutching my head, and fell into a silent rant.

Why him?

It didn’t make any sense.

Vincent and I had been in love for years, and although he lied to me and hurt me, we had some sweet times before the incident. So, in terms of trust, he came second to Cinder and Nick.

But why? Why did Aaron’s name pop out of my mouth when I was helpless?

I didn’t get it.

Did I like him that much? A man who bore another woman in his heart?

‘What am I doing?’ I told myself, ‘He is not your true love. Even if you are attracted to each other, it has been tried before, hasn’t it? The result is clear.

The more reckless I am in love, the more tragic the result.’

We were not a match.

A healthy relationship makes both parties better, not making them torment each other.

I almost died because of him. I reminded myself not to forget that.

I wasn’t going to give him the remaining half of my life.

Tears streamed down uncontrollably as I clutched my head and roared silently on the bed.

Each protruding vein exp**ssed my breakdown at that moment.

I turned my head and looked out the window.

Damn! Why was Manhattan still so beautiful in the snow?

The screen of my phone lit up, and it started vibrating.

The caller ID showed Adenauer.

I checked the time.

It was midnight here in Manhattan, and it should be 6 a.m. in Ulm.

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