Chapter 2The Billionaire Hiding in My Closet

Mia even stopped her fake crying.

I guessed she was probably rolling her eyes in anger.

After all, not long ago I caught her bragging to her socialite sisters that she would take Caleb down within a week.

But I was too lazy to tell Caleb that.

We've been childhood friends for eighteen years. Everyone thought we had a deep bond and assumed we'd marry after graduation.

I thought so too.

Until Mia appeared.

Caleb skipped classes, failed exams, and got into fights for her.

The once-promising golden boy willingly degenerated because of Mia's line: "I don't make friends with people who are too educated; it puts pressure on me."

I tried to intervene at first, dragging Caleb back to class from the smoke-filled pool hall.

But I walked in on him bending over, his body pressed tightly against Mia's.

His large hand wrapped around her small one as they sank the first ball.

Mia pretended to be surprised and turned her head to kiss his cheek.

Caleb stood frozen, his eyes full of the tenderness of first love.

I almost threw up watching it.

Caleb discovered my presence and chased after me.

The jacket around his waist barely hid his awkward reaction.

He begged me, saying they were just friends, and asked me to hide it from his mom.

I didn't believe him, but I was too lazy to care.

But obviously, Mia's brain was full of female competition.

She was enjoying her meal but couldn't believe others didn't want a bite.

She treated me as an imaginary enemy.

Last night, Mia sent me a screenshot of her Instagram post.

In the picture, they were kissing passionately at the top of a Ferris wheel.

The caption read: "Legend has it that lovers who kiss at the highest point of a Ferris wheel will be together forever."

Caleb liked the post.

I thought Mia's dream finally came true.

But today Caleb told me they were just friends.