Billionaire, Let's Divorce (Mark and Sydney)

But again, I pushed that thought to the back of my mind and tried to accept that we didn't turn out the way I wanted.

But it was hard. They made it hard with the stupid loud laugh Aiden always rumbled out at Ana's most dumbest joke or the look in his eyes whenever he looked at her. Let's not even begin with Ana, at first, she had seemed totally uninterested until he was all she talked about, forgetting that he had actually come to visit me when they met in my place. Or maybe it was just intentional. She wanted the man I craved.

I did what every normal person in a situation like this would do. I tried to hold Ana back. I tried to make her see that Aiden wasn't for her but for me. I think it was working until she asked about Aiden and I stupidly downplayed it to us just being friends. "We never really dated," I had said with a half shrug.

Their relationship blossomed and even though I tried to not let it bother me, my feelings for Aiden lingered.

Everyday I would wake up with a gaping hole in my heart, one that free deeper and larger everyday. A hole that only Aiden's love for me would fill. Slowly, bitterness set in and I grew to resent their relationship. Finally, I attempted to subtly drive them apart. There were several guys who were pinning after Ana then, guys who would do anything for her. I tried to make her see them. I set up scenes where they'd be alone together but they never worked.

Instead, she would come back and narrate to me, her brows furrowed in irritation, about the 'horrible' encounter she had with such a person.

With a laugh, I would tell her, "Why don't you just give them a chance?"

She would snap her head round to look at me like I had just ordered her to kill someone and blurt, "Why would I do that?! I have Aiden."

Crushing the insane urge to yell in

her face and tell her how much I hated her with Aiden, I would roll my eyes with a smile on my lips. "Speaking from experience, I would

advise you to not put all your eggs in

a basket."

She would shake her head and laugh, "You clown, Aiden isn't a basket." Then she'd turn away and I'd be left to glare at the back of her head with so much hate that it was hard to contain.

I tried so many ways but my efforts always blatantly failed. It was like nothing could ever come between them. You would think they've been sewn together surgically.

I was slowly, unconsciously, hating

my friend. I had lost the man I fully would've mine, I didn't want to lose my friendtoo. More so, I didn't want to do something out of the hate t was nurturing in me. I didn't want to do something I would regret for the rest of my life so I planned harder.

As a last resort, I orchestrated a plan to break them up.

I had been ridden with guilt as I made the plans and an even greater guilt when Ana had come crying to me but I would never deny the huge relief I felt that my plan succeeded.

Don't get me wrong, I was happy that my friend was happy. I didn't think I had ever seen Ana that ecstatic since I met her but I just couldn't bear the thought that Aiden was the one who made her that happy.

I was jealous that Aiden was slowly

taking my place in Ana's life but I was more upset that Aiden and Anastasia were together. I was mad that Anastasia had taken my place in Aiden's life. Whenever Ana announced that she was sleeping over at his place, I would stay up all night, either crying or planning their deaths. I was going crazy. It was the only thing I could do to preserve my sanity.

No. I had no plan of making Aiden mine anymore. I knew I would never get another chance with him even if I tried. But at least, neither of us had him. That was satisfying enough.