The Fake Divorce: How My Husband Married My Best Friend for "The Kids"

My husband wanted to fake a divorce with me so he could marry my best friend. The excuse? Her son's residency didn't fall into the district for the elite public magnet school. My best friend was so anxious about it that she actually made herself sick. "Victoria, just think of it as doing Rachel a favor. Once little Mason's school situation is secured, we'll remarry, okay?" Hearing this, Rachel looked terrified, mumbling that it wasn't right. Nathan, however, frowned and scolded her: "Have you looked in a mirror lately? Do you see how exhausted you look? Don't worry about this, listen to me!" Watching the suppressed, deep affection on their faces, I quietly tucked the divorce papers back into my purse. If this was how it was going to be, the division of our assets was going to need a serious recalculation. 1 Today, Rachel’s divorce from Greg became official. To celebrate her rebirth, she threw a dinner party and invited a bunch of friends. That included me and Nathan. Nathan was her divorce attorney. If it hadn't been for him, her lawsuit against Greg wouldn't have been settled so quickly, and she wouldn't have walked away with nearly as much in alimony and assets. So, she offered her very first toast to Nathan. "Nathan, thank you. I won't make a big speech, but I want to toast you." Nathan, however, didn't look pleased. His brow was furrowed. He said, "I'm on medication. I can't drink." I gave him a weird look. I managed the medicine cabinet at home. Every time Nathan felt sick, I was the one who found him his meds. I knew for a fact he wasn't on any medication. But I couldn't understand why he would lie. Rachel's hand stiffened around her glass. She stood there awkwardly. She looked at him timidly. "Then... then you don't have to drink! I'll drink it for you!" Nathan's frown deepened. Watching Rachel down the glass of wine in one gulp, his eyes grew dark. Rachel was genuinely happy today. For the past six months, ever since Greg's affair came to light, her smiles had grown rare. Today, her brow was finally relaxed. She mingled with our friends, laughing and joking, fluttering around like a little songbird. Nathan, however, seemed entirely distracted. He instinctively served food onto my plate, but his eyes kept following something—or someone—around the room. Until he placed a piece of beef on my plate. I sighed, suddenly feeling inexplicably exhausted. I am severely allergic to beef. Nathan knew this. He was usually more careful about it than I was. Whenever we ate out, he was always the one reminding the waiters. This was the first time he had ever carelessly dropped beef onto my plate. I opened my mouth, just about to say something, when he suddenly stood up. "I'm going to the restroom." Before I could react, he had already left the private dining room. "Where's Rachel?" I asked a friend sitting next to me. "She just stepped out, probably to the restroom! By the way, where's your husband?" I pursed my lips and stood up. "Where are you going?" "Stepping out for some fresh air!" There was a window at the end of the hallway. I genuinely just wanted some fresh air. I didn't go out looking to catch them in an affair, nor did I expect to. Just around the corner, Rachel was leaning weakly against Nathan's chest. Nathan pulled a blister pack of pills from his pocket and fed them to her, then unscrewed a water bottle and helped her take small sips. He put on a stern face and pretended to be angry. "Serves you right!" Rachel playfully glared at him. "Why are you like this? Not giving me any grace in front of all those people. I was so embarrassed!" Nathan glared right back at her. "Give you grace? If I enabled you any more, you'd be in the hospital! Did you forget you have gastroenteritis?" Rachel smiled softly. "I'm fine!" Nathan scoffed and let her go. "Fine, you're fine! If I care about you again, I'm a dog!" Rachel grabbed his sleeve, coaxing him softly. "Okay, okay, I know you're just looking out for me! "Let's go back, before Victoria starts worrying!" 2 I fled. The moment they stepped out from the corner, I scrambled away in a panic. One was my absolute best friend, the other the man I loved most. How was I supposed to face them?! But looking back, everything happening now felt like a trap I had set for myself. Rachel was my childhood friend. We grew up together. Over twenty years of friendship meant I trusted her more than anyone else in the world. And she trusted me just as much. So, when she found out Greg was cheating, I was the first person she called. That was an agonizing time for her. She was obsessed with why Greg cheated, why he betrayed her. She wasn't thinking about how to legally protect herself; she stubbornly just wanted an emotional answer. I stayed by her side. We drank, we went clubbing, we took weekend trips. Nathan had a lot of complaints back then. He felt I was neglecting him for Rachel. I couldn't help it. I just tried my best to appease them both. Later, Rachel finally made up her mind. She wanted a divorce, but Greg refused, meaning she had to take him to court. "Victoria, could you ask Nathan to represent me?" I wanted to help her as much as possible, but I was worried Nathan would say no. Sure enough, when I told him her request, he frowned deeply. "Civil litigation and messy divorces aren't my specialty. If she needs it, I can refer her to a great family lawyer. Plus, I just don't have the time." Nathan was busy, but he could have made the time. I knew he just didn't want to take Rachel's case. Because he thought Rachel was overly dramatic, performative, and entirely too emotional. "You can't be firm with them, you can't reason with them. Clients like that are a nightmare!" But Rachel only trusted Nathan. "Just like I trust you. Victoria, please help me, okay?" With no other choice, I pestered Nathan relentlessly, even resorting to the "honey trap" in the bedroom. Finally, he hugged me, exasperated. "Fine, fine, I'll take it!" I forced Nathan to take this case. So, when he and Rachel started getting closer, and eventually crossed the line, he could self-righteously say: "Didn't you force me to take this case?" 3 When I returned to the private room, Rachel was sitting in my seat, talking to Nathan. Nathan was listening while pouring a glass of water and handing it to her. She took it so naturally, as if this sequence of actions had happened a hundred times before. Rachel noticed me first. Her expression stiffened for a split second, then she quickly stood up and grabbed my hand. "Victoria, where did you go? I didn't see you in the hall!" I gently pushed her hand away. "Just stepped out for some air." Rachel's eyes looked a bit hurt. She pretended everything was fine and smiled at me. "Then you sit. I'm going to go chat with Mike and the others." I sat back down. Nathan lowered his voice and said irritably, "What kind of mood are you throwing now?" I looked at him, confused. "What mood am I throwing?" Nathan kept a straight face, looking at me as if I knew exactly what he meant. That was interesting. I genuinely laughed out loud. Nathan looked like he wanted to say something else, but it got loud again across the room. A few people were clamoring to do tequila shots with Rachel. Almost as a conditioned reflex, Nathan started to stand up. I pressed him firmly back down. "They're my friends. Give me some respect!" After speaking, I walked over before he could and blocked Rachel. I said, "She has stomach issues, she can't drink! If you guys really want to go hard, I'll drink with you!" If I had looked back at that moment, I probably would have seen Rachel turn pale. But I didn't look back. I just smiled and played along with the crowd. They didn't push it, even commenting on what amazing friends Rachel and I were. Later, I drank a lot. Rachel wanted to stop me but didn't dare step forward. Nathan grabbed my hand, but I shoved him away. In the end, it was Nathan who carried me to the car. Standing outside the car, he said to Rachel, "Get in, I'll drop you off first." Rachel shook her head. "It's fine, I'll get an Uber. You take Victoria home!" Nathan was incredibly insistent. "It's too late. I'm not comfortable with you going alone. It's fine, it's on the way." Rachel suddenly lowered her voice. "Nathan, don't do this. I'm begging you. Just go!" I eavesdropped on the whole thing without an ounce of guilt, then closed my eyes and rolled over in the backseat. Nathan ultimately surrendered to the fragile, pleading Rachel. The drive back was completely silent. No music, no talking. That night, Nathan didn't sleep a wink, chain-smoking on the balcony until dawn. Meanwhile, I slept like a rock, and even had a rare good dream. 4 Rachel's case wasn't smooth from the start. Just like Nathan predicted, she was entirely driven by emotion. Every time Nathan asked a legal question, what came out of her mouth was a tearful rant, not facts. With no other choice, I became her translator and spokesperson. This made Nathan very unhappy. He slammed his hand on the desk and told me: "Get out. I need to talk to her alone!" When Nathan got mad, even I was intimidated by him, let alone Rachel. She grabbed my hand, refusing to let me leave. Nathan said coldly, "Either listen to me, or find another lawyer." With no other option, Rachel let go of me. That day, they talked in his office for over an hour. When she came out, Rachel looked surprisingly radiant. She said, "Nathan is really amazing." "How so?" "He's just... so gentle!" Her description made my heart skip a beat, but I didn't overthink it. I asked Nathan what he said to her. He said, "I just don't like her personality, doesn't mean I can't handle it. She's just not independent; she can't function without you holding her hand. From now on, I'll communicate with her one-on-one." I figured Nathan's decision made sense professionally, so I trusted him. Sure enough, from that day on, the case progressed much smoother. At first, Rachel would still share updates with me. But I don't know when exactly our contact started to dwindle. Until one day, I called her and asked what stage the settlement was at. She sounded relaxed. "What stage? I don't even know. Whatever Nathan tells me to sign, I sign. He handles everything." I laughed helplessly. "Fine, I'll just ask him when he gets home tonight." But she said no need. "Nathan is right here with me. I'll put him on." And just like that, very abruptly, through my best friend's phone, I was talking to my husband. I wasn't really paying attention to what he said. I was just thinking, their relationship seemed to be getting better and better. Nathan joked, "I'm getting along with your best friend, aren't you happy?" I pretended to ask casually, "Do you still hate Rachel?" Nathan was holding his laptop, dealing with some documents. He chuckled, taking a break. "She's actually kind of cute!" Too many clues were pulling the string in my heart tighter and tighter. When did that string finally snap? It must have been that early morning. Nathan and I were asleep, but his phone suddenly rang. Half-asleep, he answered it. I don't know what he heard, but the next second, he sprang out of bed like he had been struck by lightning. "Why are you crying? Don't be scared, lock the door, call 911, and I'll be right there!" His tone was calm, he was even smiling reassuringly. But the way he frantically rummaged for his clothes in the dark betrayed his panic. Nathan was always composed. That was the first time I ever saw him lose his cool. But even though he was panicking, he was still trying his best to comfort the person on the other end. That gave me a very bad feeling. I asked him, "What's wrong? What happened?" He said, "That scumbag Greg went to harass Rachel again. Go back to sleep, I'm heading over there!" "Why didn't she call me?" The words blurted out of my mouth. Nathan whipped his head around to look at me, his gaze sharp as a knife. "You don't care about her safety, you only care about that?! Victoria, you're crossing a line. Isn't she supposed to be your best friend?!" Right, she was my best friend. But when she was terrified and panicking, the first person she contacted was my husband. Nathan was furious and practically slammed the door on his way out. I stood frozen in place for a long time, forcing down the surging emotions, and finally decided to follow him. When I got there, the door to Rachel's apartment was wide open. Her suppressed crying was clearly audible. Along with Nathan's low, gentle voice comforting her. "Stop crying, it's okay, I'm here now, aren't I? He won't dare do anything to you!" I didn't listen to anymore. I walked right in, looking at the two of them holding each other, and said, "What are you two doing?" Looking back, I probably should have been scared. I didn't dare listen to more. I didn't dare let them keep talking, afraid I'd hear something that would shatter my reality completely. 5 Nathan had been very active at work lately. He left early. By the time I woke up, he was already gone. He bought breakfast for me, left it on the table with a sticky note reminding me to eat. I stared at the food for a long time, but didn't touch it. I got a call from a property manager in the afternoon. They asked if I forgot to turn off a faucet, saying the downstairs neighbor complained about a massive leak. It was bizarre. No one had lived in my old condo for a long time, even the main water valve was shut off. How could it be leaking? I rushed over. Turns out, it really was our problem. The bathroom faucet was gushing, and water had already flooded out into the hallway. I quickly shut the water off, apologized profusely to the neighbor downstairs, and discussed paying for the water damage. I put on a smiling face, took their scolding and complaints, and finally resolved the issue. After seeing the neighbor out, my face instantly went cold. The property manager asked if I had rented the place out, wondering who was currently living there. Right, who was living there? It was Rachel. Didn't expect that, did you? Neither did I. When I saw a framed photo of her and her son on the counter, I actually felt dizzy for a second. Was I blind? I thought I was calm enough. But when I pulled out my phone to make a call, I realized my hands were shaking. How humiliating. My hands were shaking like a leaf. Taking a deep breath, I desperately suppressed the screaming in my head and called Nathan. No answer. I called Rachel. Still no answer. How was I supposed to process this? How could I process this? Without stopping, I drove straight to Nathan's law firm. He might not be there, but he might be. If he was there, what was I supposed to say? My brain was a chaotic mess the entire drive. But the one thing I never expected was for Rachel to be sitting in Nathan's office, wearing professional business attire. Rachel was sitting in the desk chair; Nathan was standing close behind her. He was leaning over, one hand on the desk, the other on the mouse, completely caging Rachel beneath his body. He was smiling, explaining something softly. Rachel looked up at him, her eyes full of complete reliance and adoration. "BANG!" I shoved the door open hard. It slammed against the wall with a sharp crack. 6 Nathan said, "I just wanted to help her. She's been a stay-at-home mom for so long, it's very hard for her to re-enter the workforce. I happen to need a legal assistant, so I'm letting her try it out. If she's interested, she can study for her paralegal certificate. Whether she stays here or moves on, it's a solid career path for her." This version of Nathan was so unfamiliar it made my skin crawl. "I never knew you were such a thoughtful philanthropist." Nathan looked at me, deeply irritated. "You don't need to be sarcastic. There is absolutely nothing going on between me and Rachel. A clear conscience needs no defense!" I nodded slowly. "Got it!" But when I got up to leave, he grabbed my arm. "What does that mean?" I looked at him in feigned confusion. "Didn't you say your conscience is clear? Do whatever you want!" When I opened the office door, Rachel was standing right outside. She looked terrified and anxious, her eyes darting like a frightened rabbit, trembling and slightly red. "Victoria, it's not what you think, let me explain!" "No need, Nathan already made it perfectly clear." She seemed even more terrified, whipping her head to look at Nathan, then back at me. "What... what did he tell you?" I gave a half-smile. "Don't you know what he said?" Nathan suddenly spoke up. "You don't have to scare her. I told her from the beginning that there is absolutely nothing between us." Rachel secretly let out a breath of relief. I knew these two people too well. Sometimes I was grateful for that familiarity; other times I despised it. "By the way," I said to Rachel, "you forgot to turn off the faucet when you left today. Be careful next time. As you know, my parents left that condo to me. Nathan's name isn't on the deed. Move out in three days, can you do that?" Rachel's eyes went wide. She looked at me in a panic, looking like she was about to collapse. Nathan stepped forward, about to speak. I shook my head at him. "The whole office is watching. Don't make me cause a scene!" I walked away without looking back. I heard Rachel fainted right after I left. Nathan came home to pack a suitcase and told me about it. "I let her stay in the old condo because Greg kept harassing her. I was originally going to discuss it with you, but you were constantly overthinking and assuming the worst back then. We just didn't want you to misunderstand." He said, "Let's take some time to cool off. I'll stay at the firm for a few days, and I can keep an eye on Rachel while I'm at it." "Nathan," I called out to him. "Have you fallen in love with Rachel?" Nathan looked at me, his gaze freezing cold. He scoffed. "Victoria, that's enough!" He left without a shred of hesitation. It suddenly reminded me of something Greg said. Back then, Rachel was crying, asking him: "Why did you do this to me? How could you do this to me? Didn't you say you'd love me forever?" And what did Greg say? His expression was cold, his tone heartless. "Everything in this world changes. Why can't I change? Why can't my feelings for you change?" And what's even weirder is, Greg was the one who cheated. He was the one whose feelings changed. But in the end, he had the audacity to say, "I never thought about divorcing you." As if his refusal to divorce was some kind of... charity? 7 I went to the hospital the next afternoon. Before going to the hospital, I stopped by Nathan's firm. He wasn't there. His colleague told me, "It's lunch time, he probably went to the hospital. These past two days, he's been leaving right on the dot..." The colleague paused, looking at me awkwardly. "He just has a good heart and treats people well. Don't overthink it." I smiled and left. Nathan had a good heart? Not really. On the contrary, he was actually quite cold. He drew a very clear line between his own business and other people's problems. In his own words: "Not empathizing is my professional code of conduct, and it's also respect for myself and my clients." All these years, he never flirted with anyone, and never did anything that could cause a misunderstanding. If he treated someone well, it came from the bottom of his heart. When I arrived at the hospital, Nathan was coaxing Rachel to eat. "You need to eat a little. I brought all your favorites today, don't ruin your body. "I'll handle everything. Don't worry. I'll go talk to Victoria!" With me? Talk about what? While I was standing there confused, Rachel panicked and grabbed Nathan's hand. "No, don't, don't tell Victoria. This is my problem, it has nothing to do with you two. I'll handle it myself. Don't get involved, don't go to Victoria." Nathan frowned. "What are you going to do? Tell me, what are you planning to do?" Rachel bit her lip, looking utterly helpless and fragile. Nathan sighed and rubbed the top of her head. "Don't be scared, I'm here!" I stood at the door, watching all of this numbly. A sharp pain pierced my heart. I bit my tongue, using physical pain to suppress the emotional agony. "What do you guys want to talk to me about?" The moment she saw me, Rachel dodged away from Nathan like she had been burned. Nathan froze for a second, pulling his hand back, looking a bit lost. Rachel's eyes trembled as she looked at me, forcing a fawning smile. "Victoria, you're here." I gave her a blank look, then turned to Nathan. "Tell me. What exactly do you want to talk to me about?" "Nothing! It's nothing!" Rachel denied immediately. Nathan, however, stepped forward. "There's something I need your help with!" "Nathan, shut up!" Rachel tried to stop him, but Nathan didn't give her the chance. He said, "Victoria, let's get a divorce! "Victoria, just think of it as doing Rachel a favor. Once little Mason's school zoning situation is secured, we'll remarry, okay?" I never thought I'd hear something so absurd. So absurd I actually questioned my own sanity. "What?" Rachel went pale, grabbing Nathan's sleeve, stammering. "I'm begging you, stop talking!" But Nathan seemed determined. "Victoria, let's get a divorce, just temporarily!" "Shut up, Nathan! Victoria, don't listen to him, he's talking nonsense!" Nathan got angry. He scowled at Rachel. "Have you looked in a mirror lately? Do you see how exhausted you are? Don't worry about this, listen to me!" Rachel cried. Nathan looked like he wanted to raise his hand to wipe her tears, but stopped himself. His face was full of suppressed, deep affection. It made me want to vomit. I quietly tightened my grip on the divorce papers I had brought in my purse, pushing them deeper inside. "Nathan, in your dreams!" If this was how it was going to be, the division of our assets was going to need a serious recalculation. 8 Nathan chased me out of the hospital. He grabbed my arm, his brow furrowed with intense frustration. "Victoria, we need to talk!" I let out a cold laugh. "Talk about what? About getting a divorce? Nathan, you're really something!" Nathan rubbed his temples. "I told you it's a fake divorce. I just want to help Rachel." "Nathan, do you even believe the words coming out of your own mouth?" "I'm telling the truth. If you don't want to believe me, there's nothing I can do." Playing the rogue. "Fine, I'm in no rush anyway. Or you can always sue me. You haven't had a chance to represent yourself in family court yet, have you!" Nathan stared at me with a deep frown. "Victoria, I'm trying to discuss this with you. I told you, I never intended to actually divorce you. This is just a temporary fix." I shook my head. "I won't agree! Nathan, why should I trust you?" Nathan wanted to say something else, but his phone rang. I tried to pull my arm away. He held on tight. But when he saw the caller ID, he hesitated, and I easily broke free. "I have something to do. We'll talk later!" I stared at my wrist for a moment, then turned and walked away. Halfway down the street, I looked back, only catching Nathan's retreating figure as he hurried back into the hospital. Rachel said she wanted to talk. I agreed. We met at a bookstore cafe we used to frequent. Rachel didn't look well. She really might be sick; she looked exhausted. Seeing me, she stood up awkwardly. "Victoria, you're here. Sit down. What do you want to drink?" I ordered a black coffee and sat down. "Tell me. What do you want to talk about?" Rachel pursed her lips. "Don't listen to Nathan's nonsense. He's just worried about Mason's schooling. I'll solve it myself, I can't keep troubling you two!" Rachel was smart for once. She grouped me and Nathan together, framing it as if she just didn't want us to go out of our way to help her. But it was too late! "Rachel, do you like Nathan?" Rachel shook her head vigorously. "I don't, how could I, how could I possibly like him?" "Then I don't understand. If you don't like him, why are you giving him signals?" "I didn't!" Rachel denied emphatically. "Victoria, I swear I didn't!" I smiled and shook my head. "Rachel, adults have boundaries. If you didn't give him the 'you can approach me' signal, he wouldn't dare push it. Of course, this isn't entirely your fault. If he hadn't crossed the line first, you probably wouldn't have dared either. I believe this is what they call... mutual attraction? "Are you really not going to tell me the story of you and Nathan? Aren't we best friends who share everything?" Rachel's face was white as a sheet. She looked at me timidly. "Victoria, I really didn't!" My gaze grew cold, and my face hardened. "Didn't? Rachel, you're a romantic. You like to project a man's love for you onto little things. Like always putting you first, like rushing to your side immediately, like remembering your preferences, like buying you medicine instead of telling you to buy it, like reserving his passenger seat just for you. "You know I don't care about that stuff, but you do. So, when you and Nathan came to see me, and you were sitting in the passenger seat, what were you thinking?" Rachel sat frozen in place. I pointed across the street. "Before you two got here, I was right over there. Great view!" So I clearly saw Nathan drop Rachel off, and after she got out, he wrapped his scarf around her neck. Rachel opened her mouth. I cut her off. "Were you going to say he was just worried about you? Rachel, don't you think my husband's worry for you was a bit much? He really loves you, doesn't he!" Rachel cried, covering her face and sobbing loudly. I watched her apathetically, no longer feeling any of the pity I used to. "Victoria, I'm wrong, I'm sorry, I'm wrong!" She said, "Greg's cheating made me doubt myself. Was I not good enough? Was it my fault? Otherwise why would he fall for someone else? "Victoria, I never wanted to hurt you, I never thought about having anything happen with Nathan. It's just... he was so good to me, I was so happy. I suddenly felt like I was worthy of being loved too." She said it was just vanity, she just enjoyed a man treating a woman well. It's just unfortunate that the man happened to be my husband. "I'm sorry, Victoria, I'm wrong! The moment Nathan asked you for a fake divorce, I knew I was wrong. I promise you, there is absolutely nothing between us, I'll back off, I'll give him back to you! Victoria, can you forgive me, please?" I gently wiped away a tear that had escaped my eye. "You realized it that late? So, when he hugged and comforted you in the middle of the night, bought you medicine, held you and fed it to you, secretly let you live in my apartment, got you a job at his firm... you thought all of that was fine?" "No, Victoria, I..." "Pretty addictive, right? My man going out of his way to treat you well, even better than he treats me, even embarrassing me for it. Was it addictive?" Rachel cried and shook her head. It seemed she had nothing left to say besides shaking her head. "You said you'd give him back to me? So you've already accepted that he's yours, right? When did he tell you he liked you?" Rachel looked up in shock, staring at me in disbelief. As if she didn't understand how I knew. I leaned back against my chair, defeated. "Rachel, I've known you for over twenty years. I've protected you for over twenty years. No one in this world understands you better than I do!" My one sentence completely shattered her defenses. "Victoria!" "Remember the woman Greg cheated with? I ran into her a few days ago. She didn't end up with Greg. She has a new boyfriend and they're getting married at the end of the year. She looked great, very at peace, even feeling like she had been reborn. She said she wanted to apologize to you, said she was immature back then, and hopes you can forgive her. She said she's started over, and hopes you can too!" I understood Rachel. And equally, she understood me. She knew what I was trying to say, which is why she cried and begged me to stop talking. But my kindness toward her was long gone. "Can you forgive her? Rachel. She tore your family apart, messed up your life, and then she brushes her hands off and says sorry, and that's it? Why does she think she can spit out chewed-up sugarcane and you have to pick it up and eat it? Why does she think you have to accept what she gives back? Rachel, tell me, how can she be so awful?" 9 Rachel asked me what I wanted. I gave a half-smile. "A divorce! Making room for you two!" Rachel's lips trembled. "I never thought about that before, and I won't in the future. Victoria, I won't be with him!" Her solemn tone made it sound like an oath. "Really?" I looked out the window. Then congratulations to Nathan, his efforts were going to be completely in vain. She said, "If you want a divorce, then get a divorce!" Before leaving, she asked me, "Victoria, are we still friends?" I didn't answer that question. I just told her: "Rachel, what you did this time hurt me far more than what Nathan did!" Rachel and I truly grew up together. From kindergarten to marriage, we were never separated. Back then, our families lived very close, just a floor apart in the same complex. Her parents were always fighting, getting physical. She would be terrified and hide in the stairwell, crying. I would take her hand and bring her to my house. We ate together, played games together, did homework together, slept together. From kindergarten all the way to high school. The furthest distance between us was the distance between Class 1 and Class 3. Later, we studied our asses off to get into the same university, moving to the same city. My mom joked: "When you two get married, you should just marry guys from the same town!" Rachel nodded. "I can't leave Victoria!" How hilarious. To be stabbed in the back this deeply by the person I trusted most... I really asked for it! Nathan came home at dusk. He said to me, "Victoria, let's just pretend we're helping Rachel. She's your best friend, you can't bear to see her so miserable, right?" He said, "We're just getting a fake divorce, and when the time is right, we'll remarry. If you're worried, I'll transfer all the assets to your name." I looked at the man in front of me. Watched him blinded by love. Watched him delude himself. "Fine. Let's get a divorce!" The divorce process was smooth and fast. I drafted the divorce agreement. The house, the cars, and the bank savings all went to me. The day the divorce was finalized, I asked Nathan to leave the house. He was stunned, looking confused. "What do you mean?" I said, "The house is mine. We're divorced. Isn't it normal for you to move out?" "We only got a fake divorce." "Who told you that?" "Victoria, what exactly is your angle here?" I smiled coldly. "Nathan, I never once considered getting a fake divorce with you." Nathan was smart. He realized it instantly. "You played me?" "Played you? I wouldn't go that far! Didn't I just give you what you wanted, with a little compensation for myself?" Nathan stared at me for a long time. Finally, he said, "You didn't have to do this. Rachel and I had nothing going on before, and we won't in the future. I really just wanted to help her, it's impossible for anything to happen between us!" "None of my business." "Victoria, what exactly do you want to achieve?" Looking at Nathan's disbelief, as if he thought I was the one being unreasonable, I only felt a deep sorrow. "Nathan, how little do you understand me? Did you really think I'd turn a blind eye to your ambiguous relationship with Rachel? Did you really think I could swallow this insult? I can't! But what am I supposed to do? I can't kill you. So just stay far away from me, stop disgusting me!" My words were harsh. Nathan's face darkened. "Victoria, stop throwing a tantrum!" I just looked at him and scoffed. His expression grew uglier and uglier. "Fine, don't regret this!"

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