The Truth Hidden In A Folder

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For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage with my husband, Grant, and an unbreakable bond with my best friend, Chelsey. That illusion shattered when I found a hidden video on our shared laptop, tucked away in a folder labeled "Memories." It showed them together in a hotel room, kissing, their bodies intertwined. I heard my husband promise my best friend he would never truly love me, that I was just a responsibility he had to bear. He was the man who swore he'd never cheat. She was the woman who once saved my life. Their entire relationship, their fake animosity-it was all an elaborate performance to hide their affair right under my nose. But when he left me sobbing on the floor to rush to her side after a faked car accident, something inside me finally broke. I found them wrapped in each other's arms, and with the sound of my hand cracking across his stunned face, I made a new promise. "We're getting a divorce."

Betrayal Divorce Ex-wife Divorce Ex-wife

Chapter 10

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Chapter 1

For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage with my husband, Grant, and an unbreakable bond with my best friend, Chelsey.

That illusion shattered when I found a hidden video on our shared laptop, tucked away in a folder labeled "Memories."

It showed them together in a hotel room, kissing, their bodies intertwined. I heard my husband promise my best friend he would never truly love me, that I was just a responsibility he had to bear.

He was the man who swore he'd never cheat. She was the woman who once saved my life. Their entire relationship, their fake animosity-it was all an elaborate performance to hide their affair right under my nose.

But when he left me sobbing on the floor to rush to her side after a faked car accident, something inside me finally broke.

I found them wrapped in each other's arms, and with the sound of my hand cracking across his stunned face, I made a new promise.

"We're getting a divorce."

Chapter 1

BROOKLYN POV:

The chill that seeped into my bones had nothing to do with the thermostat. My body trembled, a tremor starting deep inside and rattling its way out through my fingertips and jaw. I hugged myself, but it did nothing. The cold was inside me. It was everywhere.

I made myself watch it again. The glowing screen of my laptop, our shared home laptop, showed me the unthinkable. It was a video, hidden in a folder I wasn't supposed to find, a folder simply labeled "Memories." My own memories were being burned to ash with every frame.

Grant, my husband, walked into the room. It was their room, not ours. A hotel room, or maybe somewhere else entirely. Chelsey, my best friend, was already there. She looked up, a smile unfurling on her face that I now recognized as sickeningly intimate.

"You took your time," Chelsey purred.

Grant chuckled, a low sound that used to make my stomach flutter, but now it churned with bile. "Couldn't be too obvious, could I? You know how Brooklyn gets." He winked. A wink meant for her, not for me.

My breath hitched. He always played the part so well.

Chelsey rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on him, possessive and hungry. "She' s so clueless. You really think she wouldn' t suspect anything, even after all this time?"

Grant shrugged, moving closer. "She trusts us. She trusts you." He reached out, his hand tracing the line of Chelsey' s arm. "Enough about that. Come here."

My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming. I'd seen it once, and now, forcing myself to watch it again felt like a perverse form of self-torture. My eyes blurred, but I didn't dare look away. I had to see it all. Every single horrifying detail.

Chelsey didn't hesitate. She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. A long, deep, undeniable kiss. It was a kiss that belonged to lovers, to people who shared a history, a future. A kiss that was never meant for me to see. It squeezed the air from my lungs.

The screen continued to play, showing me things no wife should ever witness. Things with my husband. Things with my best friend. The visual slammed into me, raw and brutal. It was like watching my entire world shatter into a million jagged pieces, each one piercing my skin.

The pain was so profound, so all-consuming, it felt like my very essence was being scraped away. My knees buckled. I slumped against the cold tile of the bathroom floor, the laptop still glowing with their betrayal in front of me. I wanted to scream, but no sound came out. It was a silent, agonizing implosion.

Why did I feel so guilty? Why did this pain feel like a punishment for some unknown sin of my own? It was twisted, distorted, and utterly suffocating.

I remembered the first time I introduced Grant to Chelsey, years ago. We were so young, so full of hope. I was so in love with him, and so proud of my best friend.

"Grant, this is Chelsey. My person. My sister," I' d beamed, linking our arms. "Chelsey, this is Grant. The one."

Chelsey had smiled, a small, tight curve of her lips. I' d attributed it to her usual shyness around new people.

"You two have to get along," I'd told Grant later that night, my head on his chest. "Chelsey is the most important person in my life, after you. She' s my rock. You need to win her over."

He' d kissed my forehead, soft and reassuring. "Anything for you, my love. I' ll charm her, don' t you worry." He had seemed so genuine. So committed.

The next day, during their first real meeting, I noticed a flicker in Grant' s eyes when he first saw Chelsey. A momentary blankness, quickly replaced by his usual charming smile. "It' s a pleasure to finally meet you, Chelsey," he' d said, extending a hand.

Chelsey had ignored his outstretched hand. Her eyes, usually warm and bright when they looked at me, were cold, almost hostile, as they fixed on Grant. "I' ve heard a lot about you," she' d sneered, her voice laced with an edge I' d never heard her use before. "Just make sure you treat Brooklyn right. She deserves the best, and if you ever mess with her, you' ll regret it."

I' d cringed, my cheeks burning. "Chelsey!" I' d whispered, mortified.

Before I could say anything else, Chelsey had grabbed my drink from the table. Without a word, she' d splashed the contents-a bright red cocktail-all over Grant' s pristine white shirt. "Oops. My hand slipped," she' d said, a fake smile plastered on her face. Then she' d yanked me by the arm. "Come on, B. Let' s get you away from the creeps."

Out in the hallway, she' d turned on me, her eyes blazing. "Brooklyn, are you actually serious about him? He' s trouble. I can feel it. You need to be so careful."

I' d been so confused. Why was she being like this? Grant was everything I ever wanted. I' d always valued Chelsey' s fierce protectiveness, but this felt different. It felt like an attack.

The video on the laptop snapped me back to the present. Chelsey was looking at Grant, her eyes wide and earnest after their embrace. "Promise me," she whispered, her voice husky with emotion. "Promise me you' ll never truly love her. Promise me you' ll always come back to me. That I' m your only one."

Grant' s hand caressed her cheek. He gazed at her with an intensity I' d foolishly believed was reserved only for me. "You know you are, baby. Always."

My chest heaved. Tears, hot and uncontrollable, streamed down my face, blurring the vile image on the screen. My world was caving in.

A sudden click of the front door.

Grant. He was home.

I scrambled, fumbling with the laptop, slamming it shut. The room was dark, save for the faint glow from the hallway. I hadn' t even realized I was sitting in the dark.

"Brooklyn? Why are you sitting in the dark? Are you okay?" Grant' s voice, familiar yet now alien, sliced through the silence.

He found me there, curled on the bathroom floor, my face streaked with tears. He knelt beside me, his brow furrowed with what looked like genuine concern. "Baby, what' s wrong? What happened? Who hurt you?"

He pulled me into his arms. His touch, once a comfort, now felt like poison against my skin. He stroked my hair, his voice soft and soothing. "Tell me, princess. Who dared to upset my wife? I' ll make them regret it. I' ll make them pay."

He held me tighter, rocking me gently, as if I were a small child. "Don' t cry, my love. I' m here. I' ll protect you. Just tell me who I need to go after."

His words, meant to reassure, echoed with a grotesque irony. He promised to avenge me, oblivious to the fact that he was the monster, standing right in front of me.