My Husband's Friend

aying longer than usual, and there were times when I would come home to find him and Daniel laughing in the living room, sharing a bottle of whiskey as if they were the only two peopl

worlds. "Hey, you're back," Daniel said, standing up quickly. Alex barely looked up. "Yeah, I think I should head out. Got an early day tomorrow." I sensed something had happened, but I didn't know what. I gave Alex a polite smile as

He's my best friend, but I don't want things to get weird between us. I was shocked, but not entirely surprised, I had sensed something growing but I never imagined it would lead to this. How long had Alex been har

ing. He admitted that Alex's behavior had changed recently that he was more distant and difficult to read,

rtain: the bond between the three of us was no longer simple. It was tangled in unspoken emotions, unmet expectations and trust that had been shaken. Our friendship had become something else entirely and I wasn't sure if I could ever look at Alex the same way After much contemplation, I decided to confront Alex I had to. The longer I let this linger, the worse it would get. I invited him over one aftern

aniel, but when we're all together, it just feels... different. I tried to bury it, tried to push it aside because I knew I couldn't come between you two. But it got harder. I didn't want to hurt anyone, especially not you or Daniel. I inhaled deeply, feeling both sympathy and anger. Part of me understood his struggle how difficult it must be to harbour feelings that you couldn't act on but another part of me felt betrayed. He had crossed a line, not just with me, but with our friendship and the trust Daniel and I had built. What Alex had done was unfair to both of us. "I never asked for this," I said, my voice steady, though my insides were trembling. "I didn't ask for you to get involve