When my husband started acting distant, I turned to my best friend for comfort. She told me I was overthinking things. Turns out, I wasn’t.
But three years later, fate gave me front-row seats to the consequences of their betrayal.
I used to think betrayal happened to other people—the kind you read about in dramatic Reddit threads or hear about in whispers at dinner parties. Not to me.
Not to us. For five years, Michael and I built a life together.