Betrayed by My Best Friend and My Wife

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After losing my leg in a car accident, my wife and my best friend took care of me devotedly.

I was deeply moved and threw myself into rehabilitation.

Until a message popped up on my newly opened online store.

Can you ship the cross necklace faster? I did something wrong and want to give it as an apology.

I asked curiously, "Apologize for what?"

The reply came quickly: "I stole my best friend's two wives..."

"But I really didn't mean to... His first wife was a doctor, smart and beautiful. I couldn't resist. While he was on a business trip, I slept with her.

Later he found out his wife cheated and divorced her, but never suspected me. I swore I'd never betray him again."

"But his second wife was even more beautiful, and a wealthy CEO. I fell for her too. I planned to sleep with her just once, but got addicted."

"Last month, for a thrill, we drugged him with sleeping pills and let him sleep in the back seat while we did it in the front.

Then we had a sudden car accident. We escaped, but he lost his right leg and suffered permanent damage that left him unable to have children. I feel so guilty I can't tell him the truth. All I can do is try to make amends."

Hearing this familiar story, my heart trembled.

The next second, a shipping notification popped up, and I felt like I'd been thrown into an ice pit.

The recipient information showed my best friend, Diallo.

I stared at the information on the screen, my fingertips shaking so badly I could barely hold the mouse.

The severed bone at my amputation site throbbed with pain, but that was nothing compared to one ten-thousandth of the pain in my heart.

How could this be?

For the past month, Diallo had been by my side day and night, bringing me water and feeding me.

My wife Victoria had also canceled all her work to stay by my side, wiping my body daily with meticulous care.

Their companionship had been the only light in my dark days.

How could they do this to me?

An absurd sense of being torn apart instantly swept through my body. I was suffocating.

With trembling hands, I took out my phone and called my ex-wife Lamoris.

The call connected quickly, and I heard her somewhat joyful voice:

"Hello, Theodore..."

I cut straight to the point: "Lamoris, was Diallo the one you cheated with?"

Lamoris fell silent. Silence was the best answer.

My heart felt like it had been torn in half, the pain making my soul tremble.

After a long while, Lamoris slowly spoke:

"It was him, Theodore. I was possessed back then. I truly regret it.

I wanted to tell you the truth long ago, but Diallo said if you knew it was him who betrayed you, you'd completely fall apart and couldn't handle the blow. That's why I kept it hidden..."

I couldn't listen anymore and abruptly hung up.

Tears fell uncontrollably onto the desk, spreading into cold puddles.

In a daze, I seemed to return to four years ago.

I had been working on a project non-stop, neglecting Lamoris.

After finishing, I planned to make it up to her, but found men's underwear in her pocket that didn't belong to me.

Back then, I had been just like this, tears streaming down my face, clutching my chest as I asked Lamoris:

"Who was it?"

But she just pulled at her hair remorsefully, refusing to say the name.

Later, I divorced. Victoria, who had been abroad, rushed back upon hearing the news.

She was the heir to the Williams family and my childhood friend who had secretly loved me since we were young.

Afraid I'd spiral into depression, she begged me with red eyes: "Don't shut yourself away. I'll be with you. From now on, I'll take care of you."

I fell seriously ill and underwent major surgery with Diallo's company.

After the surgery, I was physically and mentally exhausted, weak all the time.

As my good friend, Diallo looked at me with heartache and tried every way to cheer me up.

Victoria didn't mind the dirt or fatigue. She washed clothes, cooked, served tea and water, taking care of every detail. She even personally blew on each sip of water to cool it before bringing it to my lips.

Back then, I thought they were my most trusted support.

But now, I'd been betrayed twice in a row by the people I trusted most, working together.

I felt the world had completely collapsed, leaving only bone-chilling cold in my heart.

I suddenly remembered two years ago when I finally relented and agreed to Victoria's proposal.

She was as happy as a child, throwing herself into my arms and swearing:

"Theodore, I'll spend my life protecting and loving you."

Diallo had also looked sincere: "Me too, Theodore. As your friend, I'll protect you for life and never let anyone bully you."

Turns out their "lifetime" was surprisingly short.

Just two years, and it shattered completely.

I covered my tearful eyes and let out a shrill, desperate laugh.

With trembling hands, I pulled open the drawer and took out the bottle of pills used to suppress phantom limb pain.

I shoved the pills into my mouth.

One handful, then another.

Until the bottle was empty, not a single pill left.

But the excruciating pain in my severed limb and heart didn't lessen at all, as if it would devour me.

My throat turned sweet, and I suddenly spat out several mouthfuls of blood.

Hurried footsteps came from outside the door, followed by heart-wrenching shouts:

"Theodore!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in the hospital.

Beside me was Victoria's exhausted, haggard face.

Seeing me awake, she didn't care for me warmly as she used to.

Instead, she frowned impatiently, her voice hoarse:

"Theodore, can you stop making a scene? Do you know Diallo was so scared when he saw you try to kill yourself that he fainted on the spot? He's still getting IV fluids in the next room."

"Is your life the only one that matters? It's been a month already. How much longer are you going to be suicidal like this?"

I opened my mouth, but before I could speak.

The door burst open. Diallo pointed at her angrily and snapped:

"Victoria, who gave you permission to talk to Theodore like that! Are you looking to die?"

Victoria, who had been full of cold severity just moments ago, instantly suppressed all her hostility.

She obediently lowered her eyes, her expression impossibly soft, her tone cautious:

"Are you feeling better? Do you need more rest? I can take care of Theodore."

Diallo shot back mercilessly:

"You? What good are you?"

With that, Diallo walked to my side. Seeing my pale face, his eyes instantly reddened.

"You fool, why are you so pessimistic? Didn't I tell you that you still have me? I'm your best friend. If something's bothering you, talk to me."

I pulled a mocking smile.

Diallo didn't notice my unusual reaction and continued:

"Theodore, you've suffered so much. Maybe you have too much bad luck. I bought you a cross necklace to ward off the bad energy..."

"Get out."

Before he could finish, I cut him off.

At the mention of the cross necklace, all those disgusting things he'd done flooded my mind, torturing my nerves.

Reason drowned in rage. I shoved him away viciously.

I grabbed whatever I could reach and hurled it at them.

"Get out! Both of you get out!"

"I don't want to see you anymore!"

Diallo stumbled back several steps from my push. He tried to come forward to comfort me, but was hit by something I threw.

He clutched his face, his whole body trembling in pain.

Victoria finally lost her temper. She pushed me hard.

I lost my balance and my lower back slammed hard into the corner of the table. The pain made my vision go black.

Before I could steady myself, Victoria had already pulled Diallo behind her, her voice wrapped in bone-chilling coldness:

"Theodore, that's enough! Diallo doesn't owe you anything. He's not your dog that you can hit and scold whenever you want. What gives you the right to hurt him!"

Perhaps it was the urgency of the moment, or perhaps she was too lazy to keep pretending.

This extremely intimate way of addressing Diallo slipped right out, smashing my heart until it bled.

This scene was so familiar.

When we first got together, I worried Diallo was lonely and couldn't take care of himself, so I brought him food every day.

Once I accidentally burned my hand, and Victoria rarely got angry.

"Diallo, always Diallo. You're not his dog. Why do you have to revolve around him every day?"

Seeing my face darken, she threw herself into my arms and acted cute:

"Theodore, I just don't want you to get hurt because of him. It hurts me. Plus, you care about him every dayI'm getting jealous."

But now, the person she loved had changed from me to him.

Seeing my face pale and unsteady on my feet.

Diallo anxiously tried to rush over, saying with concern:

"Theodore, don't listen to her. I'm fine. You're just in a bad mood. I understand."

But Victoria kept him firmly protected in her arms, not letting him get close to me at all.

She was silent for a moment, her voice carrying a hint of pleading:

"Theodore, I'm begging you. Diallo still had a fever yesterday, and today you scared him into fainting. Let him rest properly, okay?"

With that, she forcefully pulled Diallo's hand and turned to leave the hospital room.

I bent over sharply and began retching violently.

The pain in my heart and body intertwined, making me wish for death.

After they left, I took out my phone and opened the home surveillance system.

I'd installed this when Victoria used to travel for work and I was afraid to be home alone.

Soon, she and Diallo appeared in the video, the image and sound crystal clear.

Victoria couldn't wait to pull Diallo into her arms, her hand sliding downward.

Diallo seemed to resist but didn't, twisting his body and dodging continuously.

Victoria's eyes reddened:

"Diallo, don't dodge. I've held back for a month. I miss you so much."

Diallo buried his face in her shoulder: "But Theodore is still in the hospital. How can we do this?"

Victoria didn't answer, just straddled his lean waist and kept moving.

Soon, Diallo was gritting his teeth, flipping over to take control, thrusting forcefully.

The ambiguous sounds penetrated through flesh straight to my heart.

My tears flowed uncontrollably.

My vision gradually blurred.

Sweet memories from the past surged up uncontrollably, stabbing me painfully.

I'll never forget how hard Victoria fought to marry me back then.

Once, someone maliciously drugged her drink with a powerful aphrodisiac.

When the drug took effect, she forcibly endured it, using a knife to cut herself to stay conscious.

She'd rather soak in cold water all night than touch anyone who approached her.

Afterward, she held me, deadly serious: "Theodore, I won't touch anyone but you. For this lifetime, I'll only be faithful to you."

I believed her.

And Diallo was my other salvation.

During a rafting activity in freshman year, I accidentally fell into the water. He jumped in without hesitation to save me.

In junior year, my parents died in a plane crash.

Overnight, I went from wealthy heir to orphan.

It was Diallo who took me into his home without a word, staying with me day and night.

I gave him everything I had in return.

I don't understand what I did wrong.

That he had to take both my women.

I understand even less.

Why Victoria, who had loved me to the bone, would change just like Lamoris did.

The next day, Victoria came to pick me up from the hospital.

Before I could expose her, she grabbed my hand and apologized:

"Theodore, I didn't mean to yell at you yesterday. I was afraid that if you treated Diallo like that, he'd be disappointed and hurt and leave you. You don't want to lose this friend, do you?"

I coldly withdrew my hand.

My gaze swept over the center console where a cake satmy favorite flavor from before.

My heart stirred slightly. I reached out to open it, but Victoria pressed down on my hand.

Her tone left no room for argument:

"Don't touch it. I bought this for Diallo."

After a pause, she added consolingly: "If you want some, I'll buy you another one tomorrow."

I calmly withdrew my hand.

So even a piece of cake no longer had my share.

When we got home, I excused myself to go to the bathroom.

As soon as I pushed open the door, I saw a conspicuous pregnancy test.

In an instant, my heart felt like it was being cut by knives.

There was only one woman in the house. The pregnant one could only be Victoria.

And I had lost my ability to have children, so the baby was Diallo's?

I opened the surveillance feed. Diallo's trembling voice came through the video.

"Victoria, how could I get you pregnant? Theodore just lost his ability to have children. How can I do this? I'm such a terrible friend to him."

Victoria reached out and hugged Diallo tightly:

"Diallo, this isn't your fault. This is our childit's fate. Theodore can't have children. This is my only child."

Diallo was silent for a while, then took Victoria's hand:

"Victoria, will you marry me? You can't keep me nameless and titleless like this. I know this is unfair to Theodore. We can compensate him in other ways."

After a long silence, Victoria said heavily: "Diallo, I don't know..."

My chest felt nothing but numbness.

All the pain reached its peak in this moment, then strangely returned to deathly silence.

At dinner, I looked at them and asked: "I saw a pregnancy test in the bathroom. Whose is it?"

Identical panic appeared on both their faces.

Diallo's face went white. He stammered for a long time before squeezing out:

"It's my new girlfriend's. There was an accident..."

I suddenly laughed, my laughter full of mockery:

"You have a girlfriend but won't introduce her to me? And you secretly got her pregnant? Is your girlfriend that shameful?"

I paused, my gaze sweeping over Victoria's grim expression, my tone growing sharper:

"You got her pregnant and won't take responsibility? Diallo, since when did you become so spineless?

Or are you the other man, clinging to some rich woman? If you ask me, this kind of relationship that can't see the light of day should be ended as soon as possible, before it becomes an embarrassment."

Diallo's face turned deathly pale, his body trembling continuously.

Victoria slammed the table and stood up, shouting at me:

"Theodore, shut up!"

She violently smashed the plate in front of her on the ground. Ceramic shards bounced up, cutting several bloody lines across my face.

"He's your best friend! If you won't help him, fine, but how can you be so aggressive and viciously slander him like this? Do you have no conscience!"

Diallo reached out and tightly grabbed Victoria's sleeve, shaking his head with tears in his eyes to persuade her: "Victoria, don't be angry. I'm fine. Don't blame Theodore..."

One protecting him with fury, one appearing weak and wrongedthey were like a pair of mandarin ducks being persecuted.

And I had become the villain trying to tear them apart.

In that moment, I suddenly felt incredibly exhausted, without even the energy to argue or expose them.

I stood up, didn't look at them again, and turned back to my room.

The next few days, the house was terrifyingly quiet.

Until this day, when Diallo offered to accompany me to check on my amputated limb.

After thinking for a moment, I agreed.

I had already had someone draft divorce papers.

Between Diallo and me, there should also be a reckoning.

But I didn't expect that just as the examination finished, two criminals suddenly abducted Diallo and me from the basement.

When Victoria arrived after getting the news, the out-of-control criminals were pressing Diallo and me against the stairwell.

Knife blades rested against both our necks. The slightest movement would mean torn flesh.

Horror appeared on Victoria's face. Her gaze locked on Diallo, her voice hoarse with panic: "If you dare hurt him, I'll kill you!"

Diallo trembled all over with fear, tears falling uncontrollably.

The criminal was pushed to emotional madness by her threat. He shoved us both further toward the edge of the stairs, roaring threats.

In the chaos, the criminal's grip became unbalanced and he pushed us violently down the stairs.

"No!"

Victoria's eyes bloodshot with fury, she lunged toward Diallo without hesitation.

As she rushed over, I was just falling.

Her sharp stiletto heel stomped viciously on my amputated limb as she ran frantically toward Diallo.

Sharp, bone-piercing pain instantly swept through my body. The already fragile stump oozed blood from being stepped on.

I tumbled down the stairs, convulsing in pain, curled up on the ground unable to move.

She paid no attention at all, didn't even glance down at me. She caught Diallo firmly in her arms, her heart and soul trembling: "Diallo! Don't scare me!"

She supported Diallo, her fingertips trembling, stroking his face over and over, her eyes full of fear.

I reached out with difficulty. Every movement pulled at the excruciating pain in my stump. I called out to her weakly: "Victoria..."

This time, could she please not abandon me again...

But Victoria didn't even spare me a glance.

Supporting the semi-conscious Diallo, she stumbled toward the bottom of the stairs.

Her shrill shouts echoed through the stairwell:

"Diallo, I promise you, as long as you're okay, I'll marry you. From now on, I only want you, I'll only love you."

I lay on the ground, watching her resolute departing figure, then slowly looked back at my mangled stump.

Then my vision went black and I completely lost consciousness.

When I woke up again, I was in the hospital.

Diallo and Victoria were sitting by my hospital bed.

Seeing me awake, Diallo excitedly leaned forward,

"Theodore, you're finally awake. You scared me to death."

Victoria also looked distressed, hastily apologizing:

"I'm sorry Theodore. It's not that I didn't want to save you, it's just that Diallo is physically fragile and can't withstand injury, so I saved him first. You understand, right?"

I pulled my lips into a slight smile: "Victoria, let's get divorced."

She stumbled back two steps in disbelief: "Divorce? Theodore, what are you talking about? Just because of this small thing..."

I raised my hand to interrupt her:

"I know everything about you and Diallo. If we don't divorce, are you planning to keep sneaking around with Diallo?"

Both of them froze in place, the color draining from their faces.