Billionaire, Let's Divorce! by BELLA

But again, I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and tried to accept that we didn't turn out the way I wanted.

But it was hard. They made it hard with the stupid loud laugh Aiden always rumbled out at Ana's most dumbest joke or the look in his eyes whenever he looked at her. Let's not even begin with Ana, at first, she had seemed totally uninterested until he was all she talked about, forgetting that he had actually come to visit me when they met in my place. Or maybe it was just intentional. She wanted the man I craved.

I did what every normal person in a situation like this would do. I tried to hold Ana back. I tried to make her see that Aiden wasn't for her but for me. I think it was working until she asked about Aiden and I stupidly downplayed it to us just being friends. "We never really dated," I had said with a half shrug.

Their relationship blossomed and even though I tried to not let it bother me, my feelings for Aiden lingered.

Everyday I would wake up with a gaping hole in my heart, one that free deeper and larger everyday. A hole that only Aiden's love for me would fill. Slowly, bitterness set in and I grew to resent their relationship. Finally, I attempted to subtly drive them apart. There were several guys who were pinning after Ana then, guys who would do anything for her. I tried to make her see them. I set up scenes where they'd be alone together but they never worked.

Instead, she would come back and narrate to me, her brows furrowed in irritation, about the 'horrible' encounter she had with such a person.

With a laugh, I would tell her, "Why don't you just give them a chance?"

snap her head round to look at me like I had just ordered her to kill someone

insane urge to

I would roll my eyes with a smile on my lips. "Speaking from experience, I

you to not put all your eggs

a basket."

and laugh, "You clown, Aiden isn't a basket." Then she'd turn away and I'd be left to glare at the back of her head with so much hate that it was hard to

so many ways but my efforts always blatantly failed. It was like nothing could ever come between them. You would think

slowly,

want to lose my friendtoo. More so, I didn't want to do something out of the hate t was

resort, I orchestrated a

an even greater guilt when Ana had come crying