The Good Samaritan Chapter 2

For the next few days while I recovered at home, Nate visited me every single day.

He brought me pastries from my favorite bakery, meticulously fed me my meals, and made sure I took my medicine on time.

My parents had originally been against our relationship. They thought Nate was emotionally unstable and unreliable.

But I loved him so desperately, and after throwing enough tantrums, they finally gave in and gave us their blessing.

Now, seeing Nate acting so attentive and caring, their opinion of him completely flipped. They started treating him incredibly warmly.

Nate sat by my bed and said softly, "I already hired the wedding planner. If everything goes smoothly, we can have the wedding by the end of the year."

He held my hand, looking deeply into my eyes: "The venue design is exactly the style you wanted. Your custom wedding dress should arrive soon. Once you recover, we'll go in for your final fitting."

Maybe God was giving me one final chance to reconsider.

Because my fever refused to break, lingering for days.

I silently pulled my hand out of his grip.

Meeting his shocked gaze, I asked him: "If we get married... what happens to Chloe?"

Chloe was Nate's childhood friend. They grew up on the same street.

They had been practically glued together since they were kids. Nate spoiled her like she was his own flesh and blood. He gave her whatever she wanted, and he always, instinctively, prioritized her needs over everything else. It was basically a hardwired reflex.

Of course, the "she's just my little sister" excuse was entirely Nate's own delusion.

In the eyes of their entire friend group, the two of them were soulmates who were destined to end up together.

So when Nate finally introduced me to his elite social circle and announced I was his girlfriend...

Everyone's reactions were incredibly complex. But absolutely no one looked happy for us.

Especially Chloe.

Her face went ghostly pale. She forced a tragic, fragile smile, raised her wine glass, and with tears shimmering in her eyes, said: "Congratulations. I hope Nate and his new girlfriend are very happy together."

That night, Chloe drank heavily. No one could stop her. Nate's brow remained furrowed in a tight, anxious knot the entire evening.

His entire focus was completely monopolized by Chloe. Aside from Nate, I didn't know a single person in that room. I felt entirely ostracized by their tight-knit group, so incredibly awkward I could only stare down at my phone.

When Chloe got blackout drunk, she started crying hysterically and throwing a fit. She refused to let anyone touch her except Nate.

In the end, Nate abandoned me. He told me to call an Uber and go home by myself, while he carried Chloe out and drove her home.