My Husband's Mistress is My Best FriendChapter 1
While I was vomiting out of pregnancy, I gave Dustin a call.
It was my best friend who answered the phone.
She said on the other end of the phone in a coquettish voice, "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night. He hasn't woken up yet."
"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."
I didn't cry or make a fuss. I took a taxi to the hospital alone and almost died on the operating table.
When Dustin saw my flat belly and the divorce agreement, he cried and asked me why.
The morning sickness this time was more intense than ever before.
I felt very uncomfortable and subconsciously called Dustin.
A familiar voice came from the other end of the phone. "Angelica, Dustin was drunk last night and stayed at my place for the whole night."
"What's the matter? I'll convey a message for you."
Heather's tone was like that of a hostess. I was stunned for a moment and stared at the phone screen for a long time.
After confirming that I had dialed the right number, I found my voice and asked the question in my heart.
"Why is he with you? Isn't he on a business trip?"
Heather chuckled and pretended to be surprised. "Didn't he tell you? I thought he told you that we had a party yesterday, and he drank too much on the spur of the moment. We all drank and couldn't drive, so I let him sleep at my place for the night."
"Angelica, we are best friends. You won't mind it, will you?"
I tightened my grip on my phone, feeling annoyed for some reason.
Heather and I grew in the same residential complex as Dustin.
Ever since we were young, we three had been close.
She was my best friend and Dustin's buddy.
When I was young, I was proud to have such pure feelings.
However, as I grew older, I started to get tired of such a relationship.
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that Heather was the so-called goody-two-shoes.
When I was dating Dustin in the hotel, she suddenly came from a corner of the room and gave us a big "surprise".
In the end, the three of us lay down and chatted under the quilt.
They were chatting and I was listening.
I had reminded Heather more than once that she had no sense of propriety and had made Dustin draw a clear line between him and Heather.