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 where she was, he started to laugh and said, “Oh! So you don’t know that.”
I stared at him, confused.
“Know what, Bryce?”
He shook his head, grinning like he was holding back the punchline. “Never mind. I thought she would’ve told you by now.” Then he just walked away, leaving me standing there like an idiot.
The whole drive home, my stomach churned. What was he talking about? Was it something bad?
Did she do something? When I got home, I found Serena sitting on my couch, painting her nails like she didn’t have a care in the world. “Hey, you’re back early,” she said, flashing me a smile.
I wanted to confront her right away, but I didn’t. Maybe I was scared. Or maybe I didn’t want to make assumptions based on her bitter ex.
So I kept it to myself. For now. But after that day, I started noticing things.
Little things. She was always too friendly with my husband, Dorian. Always laughing a little too hard at his jokes, always finding a reason to touch his arm.
She started wearing nicer clothes around the house, and I caught her spraying my perfume once. But what really got me was one evening when I came home from work early. They were sitting way too close on the back patio, whispering.
When they saw me, they jumped apart like teenagers caught by their parents. “Oh, hey babe!” Dorian said, forcing a smile. My heart sank, but I smiled back.
“Hey. Everything okay out here?”
“Of course,” Serena chimed in. “We were just talking about the garden.”
That night I barely slept.
I couldn’t shake Bryce’s words. “So you don’t know that.”
The next day, I called Bryce. I needed answers.
He didn’t hesitate. “Look, I didn’t want to get involved, but you deserve to know. Serena didn’t leave me because I cheated, like she told everyone.
She left because she was already seeing someone else.”
I froze. “Who?”
He sighed. “She wouldn’t tell me his name, but she said he was married.”
My throat tightened.
“Are you saying—?”
“I don’t know if it’s your husband,” he said carefully. “But I wouldn’t be surprised.”
I felt like the air had been punched out of my lungs. I thanked him and hung up.
That evening, I decided to test the waters. At dinner, I casually said, “Bryce called me today.”
Serena’s fork froze mid-air. Dorian’s face went pale.
“Oh? What did he want?” Serena asked, too quickly. I shrugged, pretending to stay calm.
“He just told me some interesting things about why you two split.”
She forced a laugh. “You know Bryce—always twisting the story to make himself look good.”
Dorian cleared his throat and stood up. “I, uh, need to check on something upstairs.”
I watched him go.
My chest tightened. The pieces were falling into place. Later that night, while Dorian was in the shower, I finally confronted Serena.
“Was it him?” I asked quietly. “Was Dorian the married man you were seeing?”
She stared at me, stunned, but then her eyes softened. She didn’t deny it.
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