Best Friend? (Part 2)

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Best Friend? (Part 2)

One day, I asked my best friend out to lunch with the goal of having an honest conversation with her. I asked her about my husband’s visit 2 nights before that day. She said she wasn’t home that night. She explained that she had gone out for a team-building event with her co-workers. I asked her what time she got back home and she said she couldn’t remember. “How convenient”, I thought to myself. I stopped trusting her on this day. It was a tough experience. Years of friendship down the drain. I was sad.

A few days later, I came back home at about 2 pm. I was able to leave work early today and wasn’t expecting my husband to be home at the time, but I saw his car in the garage so I knew he was back. I called out for him, but I got no response. I took off my heels then I searched around the house and there was no sign of him. At that point, I knew he could only be at my best friend’s place. I figured this would be a perfect day to figure out what exactly has been going on. I put my phone on silent, wore some comfortable but noiseless shoes, and went over to her house.

As I approached the house I noticed that the garage door was open and there were some tools on the floor but I ignored those and went towards the windows. I looked through the windows and didn’t notice anyone on the main level of the house. So I went back to the garage and went into the house this way. I walked as quietly as possible to ensure that I caught my cheating husband and my best friend in the act. I had my phone ready to record them. I had been through the house a few times so I knew the layout of the home. I started with the basement and no one was there. So I went upstairs and just before I opened up the first bedroom from the stairs, I heard some noises. I followed the noises slowly and I was led to the master bedroom. I double-checked my phone to confirm that it was recording them I barged in.

I was shocked.

I had known my husband was cheating but, I wasn’t expecting this. My best friend was absent. He wasn’t with my best friend.

He was with my best friend’s husband.

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