Broken heart

There was a sudden hush in the kitchen as both Max and Chelsea watched Amelia exiting back, not knowing what next to do. Everything had happened so fast.

Suddenly, Chelsea's face contorted into a frown and she turned to look at Max, angrily.

"Are you crazy? Why did you tell her, Max? Why did you have to be so honest with her? Do you think telling her that all this started while you both were still in a relationship is going to change anything? Do you think it is going to make her see you as a better person?" Chelsea fumed.

"I had to tell her. I guess it's high time she knows, she might not see me as a better person but at least, she has to know the kind of person you are." Max replied, pointing a finger at her.

"What kind of a person am I?" Chelsea asked.

"Is that even a question? Isn't it obvious? You are someone who has sex or has been having sex with her best friend's boyfriend." Max blurted out and Chelsea gasped.

"Really? You made the first move, Max." Chelsea accused.

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