People say betrayal never comes from strangers. It comes from the people you trust the most.Vanessa had been my best friend for eight years. She knew everything about me—my fears, my dreams, even how I met my husband Daniel.
That night we were having dinner in our apartment. Nothing unusual.
Daniel laughed at something Vanessa said.
She laughed too.
But the way she looked at him lingered a little too long.
At first I ignored it. Friends look at each other all the time, right?
Still, something inside me shifted.
A tiny uncomfortable feeling I couldn't explain.
Daniel didn't notice me watching.
Vanessa did.
And she smiled.
Not the warm smile I knew.
Something else.
Something I couldn't understand yet.
Maybe I was imagining things.
Maybe I was just tired.
But deep down a quiet voice whispered:
Something isn't right.
What would you have thought if you saw your best friend look at your husband like that?