Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 95

Dean didn’t even look at Abriella. His dark, unreadable eyes stayed locked on Emmy, cold as ever.

He frowned, his voice full of thinly veiled disgust.

“Why are you with her again? Haven’t you learned anything? She’s a terrible influence on you.”

Abriella was so mad she looked like she might explode. She was about to storm over and let Dean have it, but Emmy grabbed her arm and held her back.

Emmy met Dean’s stare, her gaze steady and clear.

“She’s my best friend. She always has been, and she always will be.”

It all started because Abriella had told Emmy to break up with Dean, and he’d overheard. Ever since then, he’d treated Abriella like his personal enemy, doing anything he could to keep the two of them apart.

In her last life, after she married Dean, Emmy tried so hard to please him that she’d slowly started to drift away from Abriella. When she sacrificed everything just to give him a child, Abriella finally gave up on her.

Abriella’s words still haunted her: “The Emmy I knew died the day she married Dean.”

When Abriella got married herself, she didn’t even invite Emmy to her wedding.

That hurt had stayed with Emmy for seven years, buried like a thorn in her heart.

So now, with a second chance at life, Emmy didn’t hesitate for a second—she chose to trust Abriella completely and agreed to that whirlwind marriage with her cousin, no questions asked.

She just wanted to make up for the friendship she’d lost in her previous life.

Seeing Emmy stand up for her, Dean raised his eyebrows in mock surprise.

“No wonder you’ve gotten so sneaky lately—it’s your amazing best friend rubbing off on you, isn’t it?”

Abriella finally lost it. She jabbed a finger at Dean’s chest.

“What did you just say? You’re not just a jerk, you’re blind and clueless! You really think the woman next to you is some kind of saint? Give me a break. She acts all innocent, but everyone can see what she’s really like. Only an idiot like you would mistake cheap glass for diamonds!”

Dean’s face went dark.

He shot a cold glare at Emmy. “See? This is your best friend. No manners, filthy mouth. No wonder you could say those things that day.”

He was talking about that day she’d called Evelina a bitch in front of him—and he’d slapped her for it.

The memory still made Emmy’s chest tighten with humiliation and rage.

But she just smiled, her voice cool and sharp.

“I know what kind of person my best friend is.”

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