"After the party that day, we all drank too much, and I went to Heather's house to sleep. But don't worry, we didn't sleep together. Cesar slept with her..."

Was it something to be proud of?

I knew almost all of Dustin's friends. Cesar got married several years earlier than us, and he even had two children.

Not only did these married men not keep a distance from other women, but they also lay on the same bed with them openly.

Were they proud of it?

I picked up the phone on the ground and showed the photo Heather sent him. I sneered and said, "You didn't sleep with her? She has already sent you such a sexy photo. You're disgusting."

"Do you dare to deny that you sent these explicit words to her?"

"It's so warm. I want to eat it."

Dustin looked at me anxiously. "It's not me. A friend of mine likes Heather and asked me to help him pursue her, so he chatted with her on my account. I didn't expect Heather to think it was me, so you made such a misunderstanding."

Seeing that I didn't believe him, he took out his phone and dialed Heather's number.

Soon, a delicate female voice came from the other end. "Dustin, you finally remembered me..."

Before she could finish her words, she was coldly interrupted by Dustin. "Be serious. You know that Angelica is pregnant, but you still sent her those photos. What do you mean?"

Heather snorted discontentedly and shouted, "I was just angry. She controls you all day long and wants to tie you to her side. How can I see you so humble as your buddy? So I deliberately angered her. So what? I'm going to let anger kill her!"

Dustin pretended to be helpless and pinched the space between his eyebrows. "Angelica has misunderstood us. Hurry up and explain it. I wasn't the one chatting with you..."

"Angelica, Dustin didn't chat with me. We're best friends. How could I do something like snatching your boyfriend?"

"I don't have such a disgusting best friend like you," I said to Heather expressionlessly.

"You can't blame me for that. She doesn't believe the truth."

Looking at them acting, I felt tired and found them hypocritical. I turned around and went into the bedroom.

Dustin followed me in. When he saw that I was packing up my luggage, he got angry and grabbed the clothes in my hand.

"Angelica, what are you doing? Haven't I explained it already?"

I calmly withdrew my hand. "Let's divorce."