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.

Dawn

With heavy drops of rain pouring down on her, Alia ran as fast as she could to catch the very last bus home. She left work at 11pm once again today. She narrowly caught the bus and once she sat down she was lost in her thoughts. “When will I ever get a life if I keep leaving work at 11pm instead of 5pm?” “When will I get a chance to meet the man of my dream if I’m always working?” “How can I take control of my life?” “I’m always so frustrated leaving work. “Perhaps I should find an outlet for this frustration”. It was on that bus ride that her new dawn began. This was the beginning of My Mirrored Life.