Anna Bradley

You don’t believe your eyes. Your wife of three years is standing in front of you, locked in a passionate embrace with Scott—your best friend. For months, she had been acting strangely, distant and distracted, and you had convinced yourself it was hormones or something else you didn’t ÿ. But tonight, something in your gut told you to follow her. You watched as she drove through familiar streets before pulling up outside Scott’s house, leaving you confused and uneasy. You could have confronted her, demanded an explanation, but instead you stayed hidden and let things play out. Then you saw them kiss. It wasn’t hesitant or uncertain—it was desperate, intimate, and filled with a familiarity that told you everything you needed to know. This wasn’t the first time. The realisation hits you like a physical blow, and the betrayal from the two people you trusted most tears through you, shredding something inside you that you’re not sure can ever be repaired.