Wifey’s Best Friend Knocks Her Up

Chapter 2

Nadia and I were college sweethearts. Back then, we were inseparable, the golden couple everyone admired. From late-night study sessions to graduation, we were the definition of “power couple.”

For her, I stayed in this city, leaving behind the life my parents wanted for me. When she dreamed of starting her own company, I didn’t hesitate. I emptied my savings, took on side hustles, and worked myself into the ground to help her build it from scratch.

I can still picture the way she used to look at me.

When I’d come home from grueling business dinners, reeking of alcohol and vomiting in the bathroom, she’d hold me like I was the most fragile thing in the world. Her eyes would well up, and her voice would tremble with concern.

“Nash, you’ve worked too hard,” she’d whisper, gently wiping the sweat from my brow. “When we make it big, I’ll never let you push yourself like this again.”

Then she’d smile, her voice soft but full of promise.

“And when the time comes, we’ll have the wedding of the century. The best hotel, the most luxurious ceremony. I’ll make everyone envy you.”

Those words stayed with me. They used to be my anchor.

But now, standing here in the same room with her, all I could see in her eyes was disdain.

“I’ve already explained everything,” Nadia said, her voice sharp and impatient as she grabbed my arm. “Stop being so damn difficult.”

“No matter what, you shouldn’t have hit him. Now get up and come with me to apologize to Kieran.”

I shook her hand off, but before I could say anything, her phone rang.

She answered, and the moment she heard the voice on the other end, her expression shifted. Her eyes blazed with fury as she turned on me.

“Kieran’s coughing up blood because of you!” she hissed. “If anything happens to him, Nash, I swear you’ll regret it!”

She stormed out, leaving the door wide open behind her.

I stood there for hours, staring at the empty space where she’d been.

By the time dawn broke, I knew what I had to do.

I packed my things.

No matter how much you try to fix something broken, some cracks can never be repaired.

I’d spent years bending over backward, trying to hold onto her, trying to make her happy. But it hit me then: you can’t make someone stay if they’ve already decided to leave.

As I zipped up my bag, I took one last look at the apartment we’d shared for so long. Nostalgia tugged at me, but I pushed it down.

It wasn’t my home anymore.

When I opened the bedroom door, I froze.

Nadia was in the living room, helping Kieran ease into a chair. Her face was soft with concern, her hands gentle as she fussed over him.

But when she noticed me, her expression turned cold, sharp as a blade.

“Oh, look who decided to wake up,” she said with a sneer. “While you were in there sleeping like a baby, Kieran was up all night in pain because of what you did. I couldn’t sleep either. I was too worried about him. But I guess you wouldn’t care about that.”

She turned back to Kieran, brushing a hand across his shoulder in a way that felt too intimate.

Kieran smiled at her, then turned to me with a look of saintly forgiveness.

“Nadia, don’t be too hard on him,” he said, his tone kind and patronizing. “He only lashed out because he loves you so much.”

I opened my mouth, but before I could get a word in, Nadia exploded.

“Don’t defend him, Kieran!” she snapped. “I know Nash better than anyone. He’s a selfish, jealous mess who can’t stand seeing me care about anyone else.”

Her words hit me like a slap, but she didn’t stop.

“Kieran is in this state because of you,” she continued, righteous and furious. “That’s why I brought him here, so you can take responsibility for what you’ve done.”

Then, as if she were doing me a favor, she added, “You’re going to take care of him until he’s fully recovered. Maybe... maybe, I’ll forgive you after that.”

She crossed her arms and smirked, her confidence so absolute it was nauseating.

“And if you don’t agree? Fine. We’ll break up.”

She said it like she was holding all the cards, like she knew I’d cave just like I always did.

But as I stood there, staring at the woman I used to love, I realized something.

This wasn’t love.

It never had been.