My Best Friend Becomes His Wife
Stacey had been the person I confided in during my marriage. She knew everything — how I felt like I was losing Alan, how I suspected he was cheating, how broken I was when he finally left.
So when she called to tell me she was engaged to him, something inside me snapped.
“You’re kidding, right?” I asked, gripping the phone so hard my hand hurt.
“No,” she said quietly. “Alan loves me, Lily. I hope… I hope we can still be friends.”
Friends.
“You’re marrying the man who broke me, Stacey. And you think I want to stay friends? Good luck with that.”
I hung up before she could respond.
I wanted it to be the end of the story. She’d made her choice. I had my girls. I focused on moving forward and avoiding any mention of Alan and Stacey’s brand-new fairytale.
But a year into their marriage, my phone rang at three in the morning — and dragged me right back into Alan’s world.
Groggy and irritated, I squinted at the screen.
Stacey.
I almost rejected the call. But curiosity — and something darker — made me answer.
“Hello?” I muttered.
What I heard next made me sit bolt upright.
“Lily, I need your help!” Stacey’s voice was shaking, frantic. “Please, don’t hang up. This concerns you more than you think.”
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