The kitchen was supposed to be my safe space. A place where I could retreat from the absolute madness that was my life.
But no, of course not. Because right now, I was standing next to my so-called best friend, still trying to process the absolute bomb that had been dropped on me.
I turned to Chloe, my voice somewhere between horrified and deeply betrayed. "I'm your best friend, and I didn't know that!"
Chloe, completely unbothered, grabbed a cookie from the counter and took a casual bite. "Well," she said around a mouthful, "you never asked."
I nearly screamed. "HOW was I supposed to ask?! 'Oh, by the way, Chloe, have you ever had a secret one-night stand with my assistant?'" I threw my hands up. "That's not a normal question!"
Chloe just shrugged. "Sounds like a you problem."
"A ME PROBLEM?!" I smacked the counter. "YOU'RE the one who had sex with Isabel and didn't tell me!"