My best friend begged to stay with me after her husband left her. She was a mess, so I agreed. My husband didn’t object. Two weeks later, I ran into her ex. When I told him she was staying at my place, he laughed and said,
“Oh! So you don’t know that she’s the reason my marriage ended… with your husband.”
My heart stopped.
“What?” I whispered.
He looked me dead in the eyes. “They were having an affair. For almost a year. I found messages. Pictures. That’s why I left her.”
I stood frozen. Numb. A hundred memories flashed through my mind—late-night texts she said were from her therapist, my husband’s sudden ‘extra hours at work,’ the way she avoided looking at me when he entered the room.
I rushed home.
She was in my kitchen—laughing. Wearing my robe. Stirring coffee in his favorite mug.
And then I noticed: his toothbrush on the counter… hers beside it.
Lesson:
Sometimes, the people closest to you don’t stab you in the back—
they smile while twisting the knife.
Trust, once broken, is the hardest thing to mend. Guard it well.
