Plot Twist: I'm Dating Your Best Friend novel Chapter 2

Sitting beside the divorce agreement was another document. She had hired a private investigator to look into Annabelle.

At 23 years old, she was a community college graduate with a certificate in nursing. She was born and raised in a rural county outside the city. Her parents worked low-wage jobs in a small town near Hannover. Back home, she had a younger brother who was a deadbeat gambler.

When Cassandra first discovered the affair, she spent days tormenting herself with the same question. Why Annabelle?

How could a woman as average as her be the one to capture Cameron's heart? Was it because of her delicate hands? Or had he simply gotten bored of their 15-year-old relationship?

When Cameron returned, Cassandra remained seated on the couch as though she hadn't set foot in the garage and uncovered more of his secrets.

His lips curled in delight, his eyes still as gentle as before. He casually slid his phone into the side pocket of his suit jacket, then said apologetically, "Cassie, I need to head out."

By then, Lisa had also returned with the freshly made hot apple cider. She quizzically asked, "You're going out now, Mr. Dorsey? Is it for work?"

Cameron hummed in response, his voice light as he replied, "Someone really important is buying me dinner."

Soon, Cameron sped away in his car. Lisa said, "Have some hot apple cider to warm yourself up, Mrs. Dorsey. Mr. Dorsey specifically had this made for you."

Cassandra took the cup. "It's too hot. I'll drink it later when the temperature's right. It's late. You should call it a day."

"Okay. But you have to drink it, Mrs. Dorsey."

"Alright, alright."

Lisa removed her apron and subsequently left the villa. When she did, Cassandra poured all the apple cider into the toilet, flushed it, and headed out in sunglasses and a mask.

After hailing a cab, she told the driver, "Follow that car in front."

About 30 minutes later, Cameron's black Land Rover halted beneath a run-down, old apartment block. A few minutes later, a slender figure emerged from the building and slipped effortlessly into the passenger seat.

Her pale, delicate hands reached for his broad shoulder as she leaned in, offering him her lips in a familiar kiss.

Despite having mentally prepared for this, seeing the kissing couple in the car still stunned Cassandra to her core. It wasn't until a while that the cab driver broke the silence. "Ma'am, they're gone. Are we still tailing them?"

She quickly regained her composure. "Yes, please."

…

Ten minutes later, Cameron led Annabelle into a bar. From the moment they got out of the car, she clung sweetly to his arm, chattering away like a cheerful bird.

Outside the private room, a few friends were already waiting for them. Seeing the couple, they promptly greeted them, "Cameron, Annabelle."

The lavish setting of the bar made Annabelle somewhat uneasy. In a cutesy tone, she said, "I know I said I'm buying you dinner, but I can't afford this place."

Cameron simply looked at her with indulgence. "And where was the place you had in mind? Food trucks by the road?"

She pouted adorably. "They're delicacies, okay? If we had gone there, I could probably buy you at least one item from each food truck."

"And then I'd have diarrhea for the entirety of the next day."

She playfully stuck a tongue out. "I didn't know you had such a weak stomach. Look at me—I grew up just fine eating street food."

One of Cameron's friends chimed in with a laugh, "Aw, Cameron's girl is so thrifty. You're lucky, dude."

Exactly—Annabelle was the picture of frugality and responsibility, while Cassandra was just the reckless one blowing money on shopping every day.

…

By the time Cassandra came home, it was already midnight. She scheduled a courier pickup on her phone, took a shower, and drifted off into a heavy sleep.

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