Snitching My Bestfriend's Billionaire Husband

I groaned as the sound of the bell pierced through my sleep, dragging me from the depths of dreams into the harsh reality of another day. I glanced at the clock groggily, noting the early hour. Dawn was just breaking, casting a soft glow through the curtains. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes as I stumbled out of bed, my body protesting the early hour. If this is one of my daughter's stupid matches, I will confiscate her iPad for the whole week.

"Aoife!" I called her name, my voice filled with a mix of annoyance and exhaustion. The thought of dealing with her antics before I even had a chance to fully wake up was almost too much to bear.

Aoife had made it her mission to find me love, believing that I deserved happiness just as much as she did with her iPad. And so, every morning, I greeted these strangers at my doorstep with a fake smile plastered on my face and my heart heavy with the knowledge that I would have to endure another day of awkward conversations and forced connections.

At first, I was angry with her because she was letting anyone come to our house. The men tried to drive me to work. I don't know where she found them. What if the man she picks to go to our house is a bad person? And also, I don't need a man to have happiness. I am content with her and my work.

I have been a single mother for 9 years since her father passed away-I mean, left us. It was a drunken mistake. I partied on my cousin's birthday that time, and all I can remember is that jerk flirting with me, and then waking up naked in my cousin's room. He was my best friend's boyfriend at the time, and I did not mean to ruin their relationship at that time.

I became a moron for letting that night be repeated, and for being his fuck buddy. I broke a relationship and my friendship just for temporary happiness. Now, I am left to raise my daughter on my own and pick up the pieces of the mess I created. It's been a difficult journey, but I am determined to make things right and provide a stable life for my child.

"Aoife, where are you?" I called her again, and as I made my way downstairs, I couldn't help but wonder who Aoife had chosen for me this time. Would he be kind, with gentle eyes and a warm smile? Or would he be like the others before him, fleeting and forgettable?

Aoife's father was a kind person, even though he had a different attitude toward others. He was the person who would grab your attention when you saw him at first glance. His presence was a magnet for curiosity, drawing gazes like moths to a flame.

I don't even bother to fix myself, brush my teeth, or whatever because I don't want to enter a new relationship with someone who might not be worth my time.

As I opened the door with a polite smile plastered on my face, I greeted today's visitor. He smiled back, all charm and charisma, but I saw through the facade. These encounters were nothing more than scripted performances, orchestrated by Aoife in her well-intentioned quest to find me a companion.

"Hi?" The man greeted me unsurely, maybe wondering if I was the girl he should see.

"Are you Mollie Porter?" he asked, his voice tinged with uncertainty. I nodded, knowing that this meeting would likely end like all the others-with a polite exchange and a quick exit.

"Hi, I'm Ryan Wallace," he introduces himself.

He scratches his forehead. "I'm sorry if this seems awkward, but I'm just a friend of the one in that red car," he says, pointing to the red car in front of our house.

"He just wants to know the person he matches on the dating app." I chuckled, realizing the mix-up.

What dating up is he talking about? I glanced at the red car, noticing a man inside who seemed to be looking in our direction.

"Oh, I think there's been a misunderstanding," I replied with a smile.

"I think you have the wrong Mollie Porter," I replied with a smile. "But nice to meet you, Ryan."

I was about to close the door when he stopped me. "Wait?" Ryan said sheepishly, looking at the car and me.

I nodded, feeling a bit awkward but trying to be polite. "Yes, really, because I'm not on any dating apps," I said before finally closing the door and walking away.

I called my daughter again one more time, but she did not answer. She must have eaten the cereal in the box while hiding in the kitchen pantry. I chuckled to myself, knowing my daughter's sneaky habits all too well. As I walked back to the kitchen, I couldn't help but wonder what other mischief she might be getting into.

I decided to check the pantry, and sure enough, I found her there with an empty cereal box.

"I caught you red-handed," I teased, making her jump in surprise. She sheepishly grinned back at me, knowing she had been caught in the act. The cereals were all over her face, pants, and floor.

I couldn't help but laugh at her messy appearance, realizing she had truly enjoyed her secret snack.

"Get up; I will cook some breakfast, even if you already have one." I gently scolded her.

"Sorry, Mom," she said, still giggling as she got up from the floor. As I started making breakfast, I couldn't help but smile at the memory of her mischievous cereal escapade.

I cooked some omelets and French toast. I also brewed some coffee for myself. As we sat down to eat, my daughter's eyes lit up with excitement at the sight of the delicious breakfast spread before her. Despite her earlier sneaky snack, I couldn't stay mad at her infectious laughter and genuine joy. We were about to eat our breakfast when the doorbell rang again.

I quickly went to answer it, wondering who could be interrupting our morning. I opened the door with a smile, but as soon as I saw the person standing in front of me, his piercings shone from the sun, as did his smiling eyes and lips. My smile slowly faded, and I immediately went outside and closed the door.

"Why are you here?" I asked, trying to hide my annoyance. The person standing before me was someone I hadn't seen in years, and his unexpected appearance brought back memories I had tried to forget.

"We matched and talked on the dating app. I thought you had already forgiven me." I felt a surge of anger and betrayal at the mention of the dating app.

What have you done, Aoife?!

I could feel my heart rate increasing as I struggled to maintain my composure. Despite the flood of emotions rushing through me, I managed to respond, "I think it's best if you leave."

He does not age; his face is still striking, with a rugged charm that draws attention wherever he goes. His deeply tanned skin speaks of days spent under the sun. He has an air of mystery about him, with piercing dark eyes that seem to hold a thousand untold stories.

"Can we just talk for a minute?" he asked, pointing at the patio, where my mini table is. It was meant for Aoife playtime during the afternoon. There was a big name for Aoife on the table. She drew it when she was younger.

I hesitated, unsure of how to respond to his unexpected appearance. His presence stirred up memories I had tried to bury deep within me. As much as I wanted to hear what he had to say, I knew it was a conversation best left in the past.

"We have nothing to talk about," I said firmly.

"I want to see my daughter," he continued, his voice filled with longing and regret.

"What daughter are you talking about? You have no daughter here."

I crossed my arms defensively, trying to block out the emotions that threatened to surface.

"You lost that right a long time ago," I replied, my voice wavering slightly.

He took matters into his own hands, barging past me and into the house. I reached out instinctively, trying to stop him, but he brushed past me with a determined stride, his gaze fixed inside the house.

"Sean! I will call the police for trespassing." His shoulders tensed, but he didn't turn back.

"I need to see her, just for a moment," he pleaded as he disappeared through the doorway. My heart ached at the desperation in his voice, but I stood firm in my decision to protect my daughter from his unpredictable presence.

"Where is she?" Sean keeps asking while finding my daughter. I followed him, trying to stop him. I held his arm, but he was stronger than me and shook me off, continuing his search with a frantic determination that sent chills down my spine. Desperation radiated from him as he called out her name, his voice echoing through the empty rooms of the house.

"Aoife, Papa is here!" he shouted, his voice breaking with emotion. I prayed that my daughter was safe and hidden from his reach, knowing that her safety was my top priority.

Please hide my daughter; you are the best at hiding and seeking.

I knew that I had to act quickly to protect her from his erratic behavior. As he frantically searched, I whispered to Aoife to stay hidden until he left, promising to keep her safe no matter what.

"You are scaring my child." I pleaded with him to leave and assured him that we would call the police if he didn't.

"It's our child, Mollie," he said.

"You can't hide her from me. I have a lot of money right now; I'm not the guy from your past anymore," he threatens me.

My heart raced as I realized the danger we were in, but I remained calm for Aoife's sake. "Please, just go," I begged, hoping he would listen to me and leave us alone. But his eyes darkened with anger.

"Aoife!" he shouted, causing my daughter to cry out in fear.

"Sean, please stop. I would let her meet you, but please stop what you are doing. You are traumatizing my child." My voice quivered as I tried to reason with him, knowing that any wrong move could escalate the situation.

Sean froze for a moment. "I'm sorry, I did not mean it,"

He looked at me, and he took something from his pocket. He walks toward me slowly, his expression softening as he hands me a small box with a card on top. "I just wanted to give her this," he said quietly, before turning and walking away without another word.

I read the card on top; it was a business card from Sean Pearce, CEO of Zacharias Empire.

Where did I hear about that company? Suddenly, it hit me: Zacharias Empire was the company that had recently acquired the firm where I worked. I worked as a customer service representative for a fashion company, Z&E. and I just realized that Sean is now my boss.

I opened the small box; inside was a delicate heart necklace with a key on the side. What's with this key?

My thoughts were interrupted by a hug from someone. I looked down and saw Aoife crying on my tummy. I quickly hide the box in my pocket and sit down to face her.

Aoife looked up at me with tear-filled eyes and whispered, "I'm scared, Mommy."

"Don't worry, sweetie," I reassured her, pulling her into a comforting embrace.

"I'm here to protect you."

"Did he already leave? Is it my fault?" Aoife's voice trembled as she asked the question, her eyes searching mine for an answer.

I shook my head, brushing her hair away from her face. "No, Aoife, it's not your fault. Everything will be okay," I said soothingly, trying to calm her fears.

"He's gone, and you are safe now," I added, hoping to ease her anxiety.

Aoife let out a shaky breath, her body relaxing slightly as she processed my words. "Mommy, I heard what he said."

"Did I accidentally choose my father?" she whispered before she painted my arm.

A mother's duty was to care for her children, ensuring they were fed, clothed, and loved unconditionally. She also took on the responsibility of teaching them important life lessons and instilling values that would guide them through their lives. We are here again in the four corner white room, with the familiar smell of antiseptics and the sound of machines beeping in the background.

I don't want her here, but she has grown up here, and she needs to be here for her own health and well-being. She was a little fighter from the moment she was born, overcoming every obstacle with a strength that amazed everyone around her.

I immediately came closer to her when I saw her waking up, her eyes slowly fluttering open as she looked up at me with a small smile. I gently hold her hand. As she squeezed my hand, I knew she was going to be okay. The bond between us was unbreakable, and I would do anything to ensure her happiness and health.

"You are already late for your class," I jokingly said, trying to lighten the mood.

She giggled softly, her eyes sparkling with mischief as she replied, "I'm dreaming of cereal, and I can't waste it." Our laughter filled the room, a sign of the unbreakable bond we shared.

I squeezed her hand. "When a man offers you a lot of cereal in your dream, turn it down! I can buy you a lot of cereal when you wake up," I teased, causing her to burst into a fit of laughter.

Aoife has leukemia; it was on its last stage, but I'm still believing that she will be healed and make friends and play with them. I held onto that hope as tightly as I held her hand, knowing that our laughter was the best medicine for her. The love and joy we shared in that moment were more powerful than any illness could ever be.

Our laughter stops when someone knocks on the door, bringing in a doctor with news about Aoife's treatment plan. I prayed silently for good news as we all waited anxiously for the doctor to speak.

"Ms. Porter, can I talk to you outside for a moment?" the doctor asked, his expression unreadable. My heart sank as I followed him out of the room, fearing the worst but still clinging to hope for Aoife's sake. The uncertainty of what was to come weighed heavily on me as we stepped into the hallway.

"About Aoife's treatment," the doctor began, his voice serious.

"Her treatment was just helping to stop what we didn't want to happen, but lately, her body has not accepted any treatment we gave her. I'm sorry, but we all did our best to help Aoife," the doctor explained, his tone filled with regret.

"We have exhausted all options, and unfortunately, there is nothing more we can do for her." My worst fears were confirmed as I struggled to process the heartbreaking news. I felt a lump form in my throat as the reality of the situation sank in, knowing that we were running out of options for Aoife. The doctor's words echoed in my mind, leaving me with a sense of helplessness and despair.

"Please, don't stop. Do everything for her, Doc!" I pleaded, my voice cracking with emotion.

"We will continue to monitor her closely and provide the best care possible," the doctor assured me, his compassion shining through despite the grim circumstances.

My daughter can't leave me; I can't imagine a world without her bright smile and infectious laughter. I held on to hope, praying for a miracle to save my precious daughter's life.

I weakly sat down on the stainless steel chair in the hallway. Tears streamed down my face as I tried to gather the strength to face the uncertain future ahead. My heart ached with the fear of losing her, but I knew I had to stay strong for my daughter.

I work multiple jobs for Aoife Treatment. I worked in the morning as a customer service representative on Z&E, while in the evening I worked at a cafe near our house. I also do online selling to make an extra for her medical expenses, but since she will be in the hospital, the medical expenses will pile up, and I don't have any savings left. Should I ask my bosses if they can pay me earlier and I will work double?

I grabbed my phone, and I decided to approach my bosses with a plan to work extra hours and ask for an advance on my salary to cover the mounting medical bills. I knew that I had to do whatever it took to ensure my daughter received the care she needed.

"Sir please, I'll work double for a month if you can provide me with an advance on my salary to help cover my daughter's medical expenses," I pleaded. I knew that my daughter's health was the top priority, and I was willing to make sacrifices to ensure she received the care she needed.

"I'm sorry, but I can't guarantee an advance on your salary."

"I understand your situation, but we have policies in place regarding advances on salaries," the supervisor replied sympathetically. I end the call feeling defeated but determined to find another solution to cover my daughter's medical bills.

As I was about to put my phone in my pocket, I saw a small piece of paper on the floor. I picked it up and saw the calling card Sean gave me earlier. I quickly dialed the number on the card, hoping that Sean could offer some assistance in my time of need. With a glimmer of hope, I waited anxiously for him to pick up the phone and provide me with a potential solution to my financial dilemma.

He appeared in our lives again. Why not give him a chance to help us out? After all, desperate times call for desperate measures.

He picked up the call and said, "Hello, who's this?" I hesitated for a moment before responding, "It's me, Mollie; I was hoping you could help me out with something."

Sean's voice sounded distant as he replied, "What do you need help with?" I took a deep breath and explained that I need money right now; I did not tell him it was for Aoife's medical bill.

"I know I kicked you out earlier, but I really need your help," I pleaded. Sean paused for a moment before finally agreeing to meet me at the cafe near the hospital. I quickly thanked him and hung up the phone, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.

"I need some money right now," I begged,

Sean paused for a moment, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the Divine Mercy Hospital."

"I won't help unless there is something in return,"

"I need some money right now," I begged,

Sean paused for a moment, "Where are you?"

"I'm in the Divine Mercy Hospital."

"I won't help unless there is something in return," he replied sternly, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.

"I'll pay you back as soon as I can whatever it is," I promised desperately, hoping to convince him to assist me in my time of need.

"I'll even sign a contract if that's what you need," I added, trying to show him how serious I was about paying him back.

"I'll be there in an hour,"

He finally agreed to meet me at the cafe near the hospital. I quickly thanked him and hung up the phone, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety.