Stay for Me by Suzie Webster

I’d tried to forget about them. For a year after I’d left, I had ignored his calls and text messages and eventually my phone was silent. I moved on with my life. I had new friends, an amazing career, and more money than I could spend thanks to my rotter of a dad up and getting himself killed. But still I thought about them, about him. My former best friend and his wife, who had been my friend once too. For a short time, we had been like the Three Musketeers. And then I had left, and they had moved on without me. Together.
It was wrong to do what I’d done. I knew she’d be in Washington, DC, when I’d planned my trip and “accidentally” run into her. I could feel her discontent, even though she’d tried to hide it when she’d talked about her marriage. I’d known exactly what I was doing when I’d invited them to come and visit me in England. Sitting across the table listening to her talk about my former best friend, the one I could never quite forget had me wanting, wanting them both back in my life.
And now they were here. They were staying with me in London. And I had plans, all kinds of plans. I had to have known that this wouldn’t end well for me . . . for any of us. But I did it anyway. Because I wanted them and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking what I wanted, no matter the cost.
I’d tried to forget about them. For a year after I’d left, I had ignored his calls and text messages and eventually my phone was silent. I moved on with my life. I had new friends, an amazing career, and more money than I could spend thanks to my rotter of a dad up and getting himself killed. But still I thought about them, about him. My former best friend and his wife, who had been my friend once too. For a short time, we had been like the Three Musketeers. And then I had left, and they had moved on without me. Together.
It was wrong to do what I’d done. I knew she’d be in Washington, DC, when I’d planned my trip and “accidentally” run into her. I could feel her discontent, even though she’d tried to hide it when she’d talked about her marriage. I’d known exactly what I was doing when I’d invited them to come and visit me in England. Sitting across the table listening to her talk about my former best friend, the one I could never quite forget had me wanting, wanting them both back in my life.
And now they were here. They were staying with me in London. And I had plans, all kinds of plans. I had to have known that this wouldn’t end well for me . . . for any of us. But I did it anyway. Because I wanted them and I couldn’t seem to stop myself from taking what I wanted, no matter the cost.