I always thought my husband’s best friend was harmless — the goofy, loyal guy who showed up to every barbecue, cracked jokes, and helped move furniture without asking for anything in return.
They’d been inseparable since childhood. He was the best man at our wedding. He toasted to our future like he was part of the family.
So when he asked to talk to me privately one night after dinner, I didn’t think twice.
We stepped out onto the porch. The air was still, and for once, he wasn’t smiling.
He looked me dead in the eyes and said,
“If you ever feel like he’s not enough for you… I’m here.”
I froze.
I laughed at first, thinking it was another bad joke. But his face didn’t change.
He meant every word.
“You deserve someone who sees you. He’s lucky to have you — but he doesn’t act like it. I would.”
I couldn’t breathe.
This was the man my husband trusted with everything. The man we invited into our home countless times. And now, he was standing there, confessing that he had been in love with me all along.
“I’m not asking you to cheat,” he added. “Just think about it… if things ever change.”
The worst part?
A part of me felt… flattered. Curious. Angry. Confused. Everything all at once.
I walked back inside and sat next to my husband like nothing happened — but inside, I was spiraling.
Do I tell him? Do I protect him from the truth?
Or do I protect myself from what this could destroy?