“What happened? What’s wrong?” His chest tightened, panc sharpening his voice.
But no matter how urgently he pressed, Angela just wept, refusing to speak.
Helpless, Trey softened his tone. “Where are you? Are you at home? I’m coming to you right now, okay?”
Before he could finish, the line went dead.
A cold dread washed over him. Without a second thought, he made hurried apologies to his clients and rushed out.
The thought of Angela in danger felt like having his soul ripped out.
Luckily, he hadn’t drunk much. He kept calling her as he drove until, finally, on the fifth try, his call was picked
“Angela, what on earth happened-“
“I’m not Angela. This is Kirsten. You’d better come to Q Bar She’s completely wasted.”
Kirsten Jackson, Angela’s best friend, owned Q Bar in Goldmont City. Years ago, when Trey was secretly pursuing Angela, they’d often met there under Kirsten’s watchful eye
“I’m on my way!”
Trey hung up and sped toward the bar, arriving in under fifteen minutes.
Inside a private booth, Angela was slumped against Kirsten’s shoulder, her face flushed, body swaying as she slurred about wanting another drink.
The table was littered with empty bottles. She’d clearly had far too much.
“Angela… what is this?”
The sight stunned him and broke his heart. In all their years together, Angela had never touched alcohol. She was always so careful about her health.
“Trey, don’t you think you’ve gone too far?” Kirsten’s voice was like ice. “Do you have any idea how much Angela has sacrificed for you? And now, because of that woman, you’re going back on your word to her?”
The moment she saw him, Kirsten’s expression hardened. She pulled Angela closer, physically blocking him from approaching.
“Kirsten, what are you talking about? How have I gone back on my word?”
Exhaustion weighed heavily on him. Seeing Angela like this was bad enough; now he had to deal with Kirsten’s accusations. He was at a loss.
“See for yourself.”
Kirsten pulled out her phone and slammed it on the table.
On the screen was her text history with Angela.
Angela hadn’t slept at all last night-she’d spent the whole night pouring her heart out to Kirsten.
Over the past few days, Trey had grown distant and cold, dismissive of her feelings, completely preoccupied with
Khloe. Last night, he’d even secretly messaged Khloe again.
Angela had been devastated, yet she hadn’t wanted Trey to worry. So she confided only in Kirsten, bearing her sorrow alone.
“I wasn’t going to get involved,” Kirsten said, her eyes blazing. “But I know what’s going on with you and Khloe. Don’t you dare tell me it’s nothing. You can’t mess with Angela like this. After everything she’s been through, what do you take her for?”
Kirsten had been overjoyed when Angela finally moved back in with Trey. After five long years, her friend had finally gotten the life she deserved.
And now, in just a few days, she’d been reduced to this-humiliated and broken, drowning her sorrows.
Kirsten had reached her limit. She called Trey here to confrent him, to stand up for Angela.
“You want to use Khloe to handle your family? Fine,” she spat. “But you do not get to cast Angela aside because of her.”
“You’ve got it all wrong. There’s nothing between me and Khloe. Last night was… a special circumstance.”
“I don’t care what ‘special circumstance’ it was,” Kirsten shot back, cutting him off. “What I do know is this: Angela bet her entire life on your promise. I will not let you make her lose everything.”
Kirsten delivered her warning, each word sharp with threat
Trey drew a deep, weary breath. Arguing with her was pointless.
“Kirsten, give us a moment,” he said, his voice low. “Let me talk to her.”
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