My husband had an affair with my best friend, and later they invited me to their wedding. I decided to bring a gift they would remember forever.
If someone had told me five years ago that I would one day sit politely through my ex-husband’s wedding to my former best friend, I would have either laughed straight at them or burst into tears. Maybe both at the same time. Real betrayal never shows up like a lightning strike. It frays slowly, strand…