Eight Months Pregnant, My Friend Stole My Husband

Summary

I had a best friend I grew up with. We shared absolutely everything.

When we were heartbroken, we cried together. When we were happy, we celebrated together.

When she bought me cheap street food, I treated her to Michelin-star dinners.

When she gifted me knock-off designer bags, I gave her real Hermès in return.

But on my birthday, while playing Truth or Dare, she looked at me with a smirk and said, "I hooked up with your husband. A solid 69."

I froze on the spot. My husband, Brandon, laughed it off and tried to explain, "Babe, Marta is your best friend. If she's happy, you're happy.