My Boyfriend's First Love is My Best Friend - Chapter 18

In the stairwell, Amelia asked me, “Feeling smug, aren’t you?”

I decided not to respond, “Did you quit your job?”

She chuckled, “Where would keep me after I’ve been absent for a month? Haven’t you seen they’ve already hired someone new?”

I looked at her as if I was seeing her for the first time.

She had never used this attitude with me before; now she seemed to be throwing caution to the wind.

“What do you want to talk about?” I asked.

“You seem like you don’t care.”

“Should I be crying?”

“True.” She laughed, “I’ve always known you were his girlfriend. When I first approached you, I wasn’t sure what my intentions were, maybe just to see what kind of person he chose.

“Bella, you’re completely different from me.”

“But what I hate the most is that you and I are different.”

Amelia and I had been colleagues for half a year, until she met Thomas at my birthday two months ago, and then she shared her story about her first love with me.

It was said to be a spur-of-the-moment decision, but it felt more like a long-planned scheme.

It was just a matter of time.

“Then you’ve achieved your goal,” I said.

“What goal?”

She looked at me blankly, then shook her head as if realizing something, “If the goal was achieved, why doesn’t he come to find me, but instead still revolves around you?”

Faced with her audacity, I was at a loss for words.

“Thomas should be the last person who wants to meet my parents, yet he actually took the initiative to arrange a meeting with them for you.”

“He really is ruthless, knowing full well what I’m afraid of…”

“What is it about you that makes him do this?”

“Why didn’t he ever try to keep me like he did with you?”

She was almost talking to herself.

I was getting tired of listening.

“That’s because you only remember the one time he was heartless to you.”

Thomas must have tried to keep her.

She caused trouble time and again, and he lowered his head time and again.

Disappointment piled up like a mountain.

She just thought it was natural, so she couldn’t accept his departure.

“What do you know?” she suddenly shouted, the stairwell echoing her voice.

“Have you ever waited for him downstairs at his place for over two hours, only to hear him say he’s with his girlfriend?”

“You two had already broken up. I don’t know which day you’re talking about, I only know that when Thomas and I got together, you had been broken up for a year. And you were the one who told me that.”

Thomas accompanying me was perfectly justified, and they hadn’t agreed to meet, so there was no question of him standing her up.

How did it become an apology to her in her narrative?

Considering her emotional state, I didn’t voice the thought in my mind: “Don’t play the game where you move yourself to tears and then blame others for not reacting; it’s pathetic.”

“Don’t you understand? You were the second choice, he was with you just to get back at me!”

I must admit, after her month-long brainwashing, this sentence had an unusually strong impact.

I looked at her coldly.

“Then why are you yelling at me now?”

“…”

Amelia glared at me, and just like that, she was out of words.

At that moment, her phone rang.

It was her parents calling.

Urging her to hurry.

She gave me one last look, filled with resentment, yet also pity.

She brushed past my shoulder and walked out.

I stood alone in the darkness for a long time.

After adjusting my emotions and stepping out, Amelia was already gone. A few people in the office were whispering to each other, and when they saw me, they asked gossipingly what I had said to her.

“Nothing much.”

“Then why did she suddenly cry and tell her mom she didn’t want to leave?”

“What?”

“She cried,” a colleague said confidently, raising a hand, “and then her dad slapped her, asking if she could leave him some dignity.”

“…”

While the colleague was still marveling at the weight of that slap, I was lost in thought, suddenly recalling Amelia’s last words to me as she left the stairwell.

She said, “This is probably karma; the way my parents treated him back then, he’s returning it all today.”