My Husband Chose My Best Friend, So I Chose Myself

When I discovered that the “kept woman” Lucas had been hiding all this time was actually my best friend, who had supposedly been away on a business trip for six months, I wasn’t the only one shocked.

As a man who usually remained indifferent to everything, Lucas uncharacteristically lost his composure. Shielding my trembling friend, who was cowering under the bedcovers, he snapped, “Sienna, you try laying a finger on her, and you’ll know what’ll happen to you!”

I wasn’t surprised by his reaction. After all, back when things were at their most volatile, I had once doused both myself and one…