My best friend went crazy after my boyfriend betrayed me

Ashley's drunken call for a ride home turned into a nightmare. I found her, not slumped on a bar stool, but wrapped around my boyfriend, Ethan, in a passionate embrace. "Do you really love Ashley?" she murmured against his lips. His laugh sent chills down my spine. "Of course not. It was all to get your attention."

I walked away, numb. A simple text message ended our relationship. Then, I vanished. Deleted my social media, changed my number, packed a bag and left town. I needed to escape the suffocating betrayal. But they wouldn't let me. Ethan and Chloe bombarded my family with calls, pleading for forgiveness. It was too late.

1.

My best friend, Chloe, was a party girl. When her slurred call came begging for a rescue, I knew it was bad. Ignoring the late hour, I grabbed my keys and raced to the bar.

The door to the private room was slightly ajar. I peeked inside, and my stomach lurched. A couple was locked in a heated kiss on the plush sofa. The man looked eerily like Ethan, and the woman’s profile was undeniably Chloe's.

I ducked back, heart pounding, trying to process the scene. I called Ethan. He frowned when he saw my name on the screen. Chloe giggled, tracing his jawline. "Aren't you going to answer, sweetie?"

Ethan gave her a quick peck before answering, his voice laced with impatience. "Yeah?"

"Ethan, where are you?" My voice trembled, despite my efforts to sound calm.

He nuzzled Chloe's neck. "I'm at a work thing. I'll be late."

Tears streamed down my face. I choked back a sob. "Okay. Don't drink too much."

He grunted and hung up, immediately diving back into another passionate kiss with Chloe. My phone slipped from my numb fingers and clattered to the floor. I slid down the wall, my legs giving way.

Then, Chloe's voice drifted from the room. "Ethan, do you really love Ashley?"

I held my breath, desperate for his answer. His reply shattered me. "Of course not. It was all to get your attention."

So that was it. Our entire relationship, a cruel game. I picked up my phone, tears blurring the screen. I could barely make out Ethan's last text: "I love you so much, Ash." The irony was sickening.

2.

Chloe and I had been inseparable since kindergarten. She was the popular one, always surrounded by admirers. I benefited, of course. Free movie tickets, inside scoops on the cute boys – perks of being the best friend. Chloe had high standards, though. She never seemed interested in any of them.

We went to the same college, where I met Ethan at a student government meeting. He was campus royalty – handsome, charming, and heir to a small fortune. I had a massive crush, but it stayed safely tucked away.

Then, the lead for the college Christmas show fell ill. Ethan, knowing I had some theatre experience, begged me to step in. We spent every waking hour rehearsing, and a friendship blossomed.

Chloe, feeling neglected, started giving Ethan the cold shoulder. He returned the favor, and they became a constant source of bickering. Junior ye...