My Husband's Friend

, but also a bit hesitant. After all I'd never met a friend of Daniel that he'd spoken so highly of. When Alex arrived I opened the door and there he stood-tall, with a warm smile t

tly comfortable. Little I did I know that this was only the beginning of a friendship that would slowly begin to affect my relationship with Daniel in ways I could not have anticipated. Over the following weeks Alex visits our home more frequently. It wasn't unusual for him to stop by on weekends or to join us for dinner after a long day at work. At first, I welcomed it. I enjoyed the dynamic between the three of us. But something began to change. As Alex grew closer to Daniel, I couldn't help but notice how often they would talk about things I wasn't part of. Inside jokes, old memories, and stories from their past were shared and I found myself feeling more and more like an outsider. I knew it wasn't intentional, It was just that Alex seemed to have a way of p

it off lately Daniel continued his voice filled with concern. I think he might be going through something but he won't tell me what. I nodded but inside, I felt a ripple of unease. The way Daniel spoke about Alex it was almost as if he was more invested in Alex's well-being than I had seen him in a long time. I didn't like the feeling it gave me but I tried to push it aside. Later that night, I found myself lying awake unable to sleep. I couldn't shake the thought of how Daniel had spoken so in

more frequent, and his gestures, like the way he'd touch my arm lightly or how he'd lean in closer during the conversation, felt a little too intimate for comfort; I told myself I was imagining things, that I was just being overly sensitive. But when he mentioned how he'd been spending more time at our place, I couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. Daniel's lucky to have you as a friend, I said, trying to keep