Wifey’s Best Friend Knocks Her Up

Chapter 4

Nadia approved my resignation almost immediately.

She probably thought I’d come crawling back in less than a day. But as the morning passed with no sign of me begging for my job back, her patience wore thin.

She called my coworkers, pressuring them to get me to change my mind.

I ignored it all, just kept going about my day.

It was amazing how liberating it felt to stop caring. The more she tried, the less it affected me.

By the time lunch rolled around, I returned to my desk to find Kieran lounging in my chair like he owned the place.

My things had been tossed all over the floor.

When he saw me, he got up slowly, that smug grin of his never faltering.

“Nash, this is all Nadia’s doing. She wants me to take over your spot.”

Then, in a voice low enough to be an almost affectionate whisper, he added, “Who told you to be so dumb and quit? From now on, I’m the one enjoying the good life around here.”

The nerve of him.

I could barely suppress a laugh, but it wasn’t out of humor. It was just pure disbelief.

He thought he could waltz in and replace me. After all these years of pouring my soul into this company, building it from the ground up, he thought it was just about “enjoying the good life.”

I couldn’t help but shake my head.

Good luck to him.

Without another word, I grabbed the box of my belongings an employee had kindly packed for me and headed out.

I spent the next few days tying up loose ends, saying goodbye to friends.

Then, with a heavy heart, I packed up for good.

This city had given me so much—the best years of my life, and the worst heartbreak of them all.

But there was no turning back now.

I tried not to think about it as I closed my eyes and steadied myself.

But then my phone buzzed.

Nadia’s name flashed on the screen, and I felt a sinking feeling in my chest. I answered, bracing myself.

Her voice was sharp, frantic.

“Nash, you’ve gone way too far! You deliberately ruined everything with the investors. Kieran’s being ostracized, and now it’s all your fault!”

Before I could get a word in, she cut me off.

“You need to get your ass back here right now. This project is too important. If we lose it because of you, we’re finished!”

The absurdity of her words hit me hard, but not in the way she probably intended.

What gave her the audacity to think I’d still care?

I exhaled slowly, fighting to keep my cool. “Didn’t you say you’d be fine without me? Then figure it out.”

I ended the call and blocked her number without another thought.

Packing up the rest of my things, I slung my bag over my shoulder and walked out.

I hadn’t even made it to the street when a silver BMW screeched to a halt in front of me.

Nadia slammed the door open and stormed out, her designer bag flying toward me like a missile.

It hit me right where I’d just had surgery, and pain shot through my body like a lightning bolt. I gasped, my face draining of color.

“Are you done throwing your little tantrum?” she spat, kicking my luggage aside and grabbing me by the collar. Then, she slapped me across the face, hard.

“Is your heart really this small? Just because the project wasn’t handed to you, you had to ruin it for everyone?”

I clenched my jaw, sweat beading on my forehead. The pain in my stomach was unbearable, but I gritted my teeth and fought through it.

“The deal fell apart because of Kieran’s incompetence,” I said, voice steady despite the storm of pain inside me. “It had nothing to do with me.”

Nadia let out a scoff, full of derision. “You really think I’m stupid enough to believe that? You could’ve closed the deal yourself, how could Kieran screw it up?”

Her eyes were full of contempt. “I can see it now. You’re just jealous of him.”

I couldn’t help it. I let out a bitter laugh, pain searing through my chest. “If he’s so capable, why are you here, begging me to fix your mess? Go to him instead. He’s the one you really want.”

Her face twisted, her skin shifting between red and purple. She was about to lose it.

But she wasn’t done. Grabbing me by the arm, she dragged me toward her car.

“You’re not getting away that easily,” she hissed, dragging me along with force.

I could barely stand. My stomach was throbbing with every step.

“Please,” I begged weakly, “just take me to a pharmacy first.”

She laughed cruelly. “Are you addicted to playing the victim now? Even if you’re dying, you’re still going to fix this for me.”

The words struck like a knife.

I stared at her, disbelief and fury fighting for dominance. The woman I had loved for so long. Could she really be this heartless?

It was over.

Hatred churned inside me, hot and furious. I finally looked at her, eyes bloodshot with rage.