I was shocked when I learned my best friend Amber was marrying my ex, Reza—the same one we had both despised together. No invite. No warning. Just betrayal.
On her wedding day, I showed up quietly, only to see them together. My heart shattered, but I didn’t scream—I left. Later, Amber explained: it “just happened.” She lied to protect herself, not realizing the hurt she caused.
Weeks later, Reza admitted the marriage failed. Amber called, broken, asking for help. I listened. I helped. She rebuilt her life; I rebuilt mine.
Betrayal hurts, yes—but it doesn’t define you. Healing isn’t revenge. It’s choosing peace, letting go, and realizing some losses were never real to begin with.
