Our Three – Person Chat Only Had Two Speakers Chapter 06
I never expected Ryan and Chloe to track me down, probably by grilling my parents.
When I opened the courtyard gate and saw them,
I sighed helplessly and led them to the wooden table on the porch.
Ryan spoke first.
“I’m sorry, Mia. I know I did a lot to upset you, and I’ve reflected on it.”
He pulled a key from his pocket and slid it across the table.
“I got this back from Chloe. It’s yours now.”
“I’ll keep my distance from her and won’t cross any
lines. Take the key, and when this trip is over, let’s go
home and get our marriage license. Okay?”
He nudged Chloe, who had been silent.
She looked awful, clearly resenting the trip to Italy.
Her lips moved, but no words came out.
Until Ryan shot her an urging glare,
Chloe suddenly slammed the table and stood up.
She snatched the key and clutched it in her fist.
“No, it’s mine!”
“Ryan, I said no! Are you deaf?”
She practically screamed at him.
Tears streamed down her face, but she no longer looked pitiful; she looked hysterical and vicious.
“I don’t want to be the third wheel anymore!”
“I knew you first! All these years, why don’t you like
me? Is it because my family is poorer? Because I’m not as pretty? Why don’t you like me, why!”
Ryan was stunned by her sudden outburst, completely speechless.
Seeing his silence, Chloe whipped around to face me.
Her eyes held none of their usual gentleness, only raw hatred.
“You must be thrilled, right, Mia?”
“We’ve been best friends for eighteen years. Your dad
kept getting promoted, your family moved into a mansion. And my family? My dad went to prison, my
mom remarried and had a son, and I barely have a roof over my head!”
“Watching me grovel in front of you while you steal Ryan, does it make you feel amazing?”
I looked at her twisted face.
I didn’t give her some tearful, melodramatic speech about doing it for her own good.
I’m no martyr, and I have no obligation to save her.
“See, you know exactly what’s going on.”
“You got so much from me. I pulled strings to get you that job. With your dad’s criminal record and your lack
of a degree, you wouldn’t survive in this city. Where do you think you’d be without me?”
Her contorted face froze.
“I paid the rent for your first apartment. I bought you
your first designer bag for your birthday. When your
dad got out and tried to hit you, I stepped in and took those slaps for you.”
“Even a dog knows not to bite the hand that feeds it.
Then I turned to Ryan.
“As for him, before you introduced us, I asked if you had feelings for him.
“You told me to my face you didn’t. Now you blame me for stealing him?”
I scoffed.
“Besides, I don’t even think you truly love Ryan.”
“Chloe, you just love the idea of my boyfriend. You
thrive on taking things from me and finally feeling like you won, don’t you?”
Exposed, Chloe flushed with defensive rage and screamed,
“Yes, that’s exactly it! So what!”