My Best Friend's Fiancé Is My Ex-boyfriend

After confiding in my best friend about the pain of my relationship, she advised me to break up.

But then she got engaged to my ex-boyfriend, claiming it was her way of getting revenge for me.

She sold their marital home, saying it was to compensate me on behalf of her husband.

Using his ID, she took out online loans to pay for male escorts, insisting it was to help me move on from my heartbreak.

The night before her wedding, she went out into the wild with three men for a thrilling game that left her paralyzed from the waist down. She said it was because I got her drunk out of jealousy.

I was taken to a remote mountain by her husband, where I endured endless suffering.

After my eleventh miscarriage, I ended my own life.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the night before her wedding.

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Every time Daisy went out at night to have fun, she always told her husband, Henry, that she was worried about me being alone.

Henry would then call me countless times to check on Daisy.

At first, I was furious, but eventually, I became numb to it. I couldn't understand why the whereabouts of his fiancée, who had broken up with me a year ago, were any of my concern.

Eventually, I blocked his number.

If it weren't for the fact that he stormed into my house with a group of bodyguards in my previous life, I wouldn't have known that Daisy had painted me as a complete wreck after the breakup.

After my rebirth, my phone wouldn't stop ringing.

All the calls were from unfamiliar numbers. I knew it was Henry, using other people's phones to interrogate me.

I answered with a cold expression, and his fury exploded through the receiver.

"Rachel, don't I, the one paying for it, deserve to know about the bachelorette party you threw for Daisy?

"Open your damn eyes and look at the time! Don't you know our wedding is tomorrow? How long do you plan to keep her out?

"It's over between us! Even if you ruin the wedding, I still won't give you a second glance! Daisy's already transferred millions to your account, enough for you to live comfortably for ten lifetimes. This is your last chance to bring her back safely, or don't blame me for what happens next!"

His shouting nearly burst my eardrums.

There wasn't a trace of affection left in his voice.

"Just a year ago, we were talking about marriage.

A minor disagreement over the wedding details quickly escalated into a significant conflict, thanks to Daisy's exaggerations, turning our relationship into a clash of incompatible values.

With her mediation, Henry and I quickly fell out of love.

After the breakup, we became enemies.

Then Daisy became Henry's fiancée.

She claimed she was doing it to get revenge on the jerk for me.

Even then, I foolishly believed I had the best friend in the world.

One night, Henry's hotel reservation confirmation was sent to my phone, and I remembered the eager look on Daisy's entirely made-up face as she went out that evening.

My heart nearly stopped that night, my world collapsing and rebuilding in the process.

After that night, I deliberately distanced myself from Daisy.

But I couldn't escape her framing me in front of Henry.

I knew nothing about it and naively thought that staying away from them would allow me to start a new life.

Until, in my previous life, Henry took a group of men and dragged me into the mountains.

Humiliation and despair gradually overwhelmed me, and a fire of rage ignited in my chest.

This time, if I didn't tear their masks off, I wouldn't be able to live with myself for losing a life!" I thought.

Suppressing the turmoil inside me, I replied, "She didn't answer your calls? Maybe she's too satisfied with the college guys I sent her and couldn't be bothered. I'll have her get back to you when she's done."

My hand trembled as I hung up the phone.

Before I could catch my breath, there was a loud banging on the door.

I turned the handle, and before I could react, a powerful force knocked me to the ground.

The scene before me hadn't even come into focus when a heavy shoe pressed down on my chest.

Looking up, I saw Henry's menacing face.

He ground his foot harder into my chest, his lips curling into a sneer.

"Seems like the guys you called weren't enough, huh? A year later, and you're still so pathetic."

With that, he turned and gave a signal to the bodyguards behind him.

A group of men rushed into my house and started ransacking the place.

Doors were kicked open, and clothes from my wardrobe were scattered on the floor.

They even checked under the bed, flipping the mattress onto the ground.

Soon, my house was in shambles.

I grabbed his foot with both hands, trying to push it away, but I wasn't strong enough.

I felt humiliated and furious. I shouted, "Get your filthy foot off me! Get out of my house, or I'll call the police!"

Seeing that his men found nothing, Henry's face turned as dark as a storm cloud.

Instead of removing his foot, he pressed down even harder.

The pressure on my chest was so intense that I could hardly breathe.

"Where the hell is Daisy? Didn't you throw her some bullshit bachelorette party tonight?"

Watching him lose control, a dark satisfaction rose within me.

I sneered, "My place is too small for a group of men to have any real fun, so of course, I picked a more spacious location for her!"

Hearing this, Henry kicked me hard in the chin, sending a wave of pain and tears streaming down my face.

"This is your last chance to speak clearly!

"Where did you take Daisy?"