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A Bestfriend everyone would wish for
Camille's POV
When Megan opened her door, I could imagine what she saw.
Me in a dumb maxi dress, eyes swollen from crying them out, and a huge tub of ice cream clutched in my arms.
"Oh my, Come here," Megan murmured, pulling me in for a hug.
She slowly helped me inside and locked the door behind us before settling me on the sofa.
"I didn't even know he had an ex-wife," I sniffed. "Did you know?"
Megan shook her head. "He didn't mention it to you at all?"
"Not even once!" I sobbed, clutching my tub of ice cream like it meant my life. Because it most likely did. "He hid her from me. And then after he insults me, he goes on to frolic with her!"
"Well they were just talking in the picture," Megan murmured and I shot her a g
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