When my best friend Laura met my husband Ethan for the first time, something strange passed between them—
an awkward moment I brushed off. But later that evening,
Ethan snapped at her over the sound of her chewing chips, saying,
“I told you a hundred times not to do that.” My heart stopped.
How could he have told her that before? They both denied knowing each other,
but the tension between them told a different story.
The next morning, something felt off. Ethan left abruptly,
and I followed him—only to find him meeting Laura at a café.
Their smiles said it all.
The betrayal hit hard.Back home, shattered and heartbroken,
I packed a bag and left. Later that night,
at a cheap motel, Laura knocked on my door
. Tearful, she confessed that she and
Ethan had a past—years before I met him.
She had run away without explanation. Seeing him again stirred old feelings,
but she claimed Ethan turned her down and told her he loved me
.Her visit didn’t erase the pain, but it brought clarity.
had chosen me. And despite everything, I still loved him.
