It started with late-night texts. My best friend’s husband and I would swap jokes, random thoughts — harmless things, at first. But there was an undertone we both chose to ignore. It wasn’t just friendly.
Ironically, my friend used to laugh and say we had better chemistry than she did with him. That should’ve been a warning sign. One night, he told me he was thinking of leaving her — and I froze.
Not out of guilt for my friend — though I probably should have felt that — but because I had a secret of my own: I was already seeing his brother. No one knew. Not him. Not the brother. Not even my friend.
I thought I was playing it smart. Emotionally detached. Just “testing the waters.” But suddenly, if he left her, this messy, hidden situation would become real. I’d have to make a choice. And I wasn’t ready to lose either one.
But the truth doesn’t stop there.
Because while I’m married to a good man — kind, steady, safe — I’m also in love with someone else.
My best female friend.
Who also happens to be the girlfriend of one of my closest friends.
I love my husband. Truly. But the love I feel for her… it’s different. It’s the kind of love that wakes you up. That shows you what being in love really feels like — and ruins your illusions of “comfortable” forever.
The worst part? None of them know. Not the husband. Not the brother. Not my friend. Not her.
And I’m still in the middle of all of it — smiling, quiet, pretending like everything’s fine.
But inside, I know:
One day, the truth will ask for answers.
And I don’t know which life I’ll be brave enough to choose.
