Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom novel Chapter 69

Chapter 69 Incredible Assistance

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Matthew started but seemed to lose his confidence and trailed off. I continued with my task and refrained from speaking. After all, I was the victim, so it would be illogical for me to offer advice or help.

Suddenly, we heard knocks at the door, and Matthew hurried to open it. We were surprised to see Ivannal at the house.

She entered, slammed the door, and shouted at Matthew, “You’re a heartless bastard! I don’t even know what to say right now!”

Matthew knew she was always fiery and straightforward. Moreover, her outburst didn’t surprise him because he knew she and I were best friends. Instead of retorting, he lowered his head and looked remorseful.

“Didn’t I tell you not to fool around behind Chlo’s back?! Do you remember what you promised me?” Ivanna continued to defend me, “How could you do that to her?! She moved to Foswood and struggled with you all these years.

“You’re everything to her, yet you’ve never considered how hurt she would be when you slept with that woman last night.”

Matthew kept his head down and admitted, “I know I was wrong.”

“Can’t you see how much better your wife is than that woman?!” Ivanna turned to me and added, “Chlo, why didn’t you tell me about this? Everyone’s talking about you two, but you’re doing nothing. Am I not your best friend anymore, Chlo?”

Ivanna’s dramatic performance nearly made me laugh. I thought she would do perfectly as an actress. It felt like we were in a movie, with us performing our respective roles. I had to admit her intervention brought a twist to the situation.

J slammed the knife I held onto the cutting board and questioned Ivanna, looking embarrassed, “How would I even begin to discuss this? I feel humiliated, so how would I tell you about it?”

I choked before continuing, “I always thought Matt wasn’t like other men. Now everyone in Foswood knows he’s cheating on me.

crouched and cried, not knowing why.

Immediately after, Matthew rushed into the kitchen to lift me, saying, “I’m sorry, Chlo.”