My Husband's Childhood Friend Drove us to the Brink

Chapter 4

That was mine; she had taken my husband, home, car, and job. Did she have to take my takeout too?

“Oh sorry, I was still hungry, so I thought you wouldn't mind sharing,” she said, blinking her eyes at me as tears gathered in them.

Doesn't she ever get tired of crying?

“Don’t bother her, Clara; she was still hungry. The food is enough for you to share; don’t be stingy,” my husband said. He was sitting cross-legged in the living room.

“You can have it,” Ana said, stretching the door to me. I didn't want to eat something she had already eaten, but I had no choice.

I had to eat. I stretched out my hand to take it, but she suddenly let go, the food spilling onto the ground.

“Oh no, I thought you held it; why didn't you hold it?” she asked as tears gathered around her eyes.

I was furious; she had done that intentionally, and we both knew it. She only wanted to spite me.

“Liar, you let the plate go,” I snapped at her, my stomach protesting as I moved a lot.

“But I didn't; I didn't mean to,” Ana sobbed. Damian shot me a glare.

“Ana, don’t be petty; it’s just taken out. There is no big deal; she was hungry; that’s why she took it,” Chris said.

No big deal? I laughed at myself; the only food I had eaten was the one I ate before I was whisked into the operating room.

Ana shot me a mocking smile and made her way to Damian; she sat on the couch and leaned on him, still sobbing.

“You are such a child, Clara; clean that up,” Damian said as he grabbed Ana and bypassed me.

I looked down at the spilled food as tears washed down my eyes, ‘Where did everything go wrong? Did I do something?’

Chris scoffed in front of me; he walked towards the door, shooting me a mocking glance, stepping on my foot as he passed by.

“See, you are nothing but a servant to my best friend Damian; you might as well leave,” he said before opening the door and stepping out.

‘Don’t worry, I will leave when I recover.’

I went to the kitchen, and with pains all over my body, I picked up raw noodles and began to carefully prepare them.

Finally, some peace,

I boiled water to pour in the noodles as I prepared the other ingredients. I heard light footsteps coming down the steps. Without turning around, I knew who it was.

I heard a spiteful sound behind me,

“This is where you belong, in the kitchen, working as a maid,” she said, but I didn’t reply.

“You know, you have always been my substitute, nothing more but something less. Do you think Damian will love you or feel bad for you when you act pitiful in front of him?”

I heard her walk closer to where I was; she stood beside the stove.

“No Clara, you mean nothing to him; his heart belongs to me. Damian belongs to me; he only married you because you reminded him of me. You are just an alternative; now that I am here, you are no longer needed, okay, so pack up and leave,” she whispers yelled closer to my ear.

When I didn’t reply, it seemed to infuriate her.

“Answer me when I am talking to you,” she snapped at me, but I didn’t even glance at her; I refused to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain.

“I said look at me,” she repeated, but this time, I felt her hand pinch my side; I frowned in pain.

She giggled beside me.

“Do you get what I am trying to say? You are just a dumb alternative,” she said just to spite me, her nails digging into my sides.

Normally her little attack would have meant nothing to me, but she precisely pinched the sewed-up area.

I was overwhelmed by pain.

“Let go of me,” I cried when the pain was unbearable; pushing her weakly by the shoulders, Ana stumbled backward exaggeratedly, falling into Damian’s arms.

I didn’t notice him, and as she fell, she purposely hit the boiling water on the stove, and the contents spilled on my hands down to my stomach.

I screeched in pain.

“Brother Damian, she pushed me,” I heard Ana cry. I snapped my head to them; I opened my mouth to defend myself when I saw Damian Walk up to me in fury.

“Damian I— “I couldn’t get the rest of the words out before I was hit across the face.

“How dare you push Ana?” he yelled at me.

I was beyond shocked. ‘Was Damian blind?’ Didn’t he see how she fell? She was faking. I wanted to say all this, but I couldn’t get the words out.

I looked behind Damian to see Ana smirking at me through her tears.

I sighed; there was no use.

I turned around, poured the remaining water into the noodles, and began adding up the ingredients.

There was no use crying over spilled milk; Damian was no longer the man I loved. I will no longer explain myself to someone who will only take the side of others.

I missed the look that flashed in Damian’s eyes as I turned around with my bowl of noodles, stepping over Ana’s legs that she had set out to trip me.

I walked to my room and locked the door behind me; I didn’t care about him any longer.