My close friend called me in a panic, saying, “I saw your husband kissing a girl on his lunch break. Sorry, but I had to tell you!” I was crushed. I didn’t tell him, but the next day I secretly followed him. I was ready to confront him, but the reality paralyzed me. I was left speechless and paralyzed when I found out that my close friend was the woman my husband was seeing.
I saw my friend sitting next to him, smiling, holding his hand. They looked deeply in love. I couldn’t believe it. The person who warned me was the one he was cheating with.
That evening, I confronted my husband. At first, he was silent. Then he admitted everything. He confessed to having an affair with her. He swore he still loved me and said it was just a fling. He claimed he wanted to end it, but she wouldn’t let go—she followed him everywhere, pressuring him to leave me. And now I understood her call. Her “warning” was just a twisted move to make me suspicious, to break us apart.
I was devastated. A few days later, I filed for divorce. And ever since, I haven’t been able to trust anyone enough to call them a friend.
