Ten years. That’s how long it had been since Marissa betrayed me.
One day, she was my best friend, the next, she was sleeping with my husband.
I still remember the way she looked at me when I found out—half-guilty, half-smug. Like she had won some twisted prize.
I lost everything back then.
My marriage, my home, the life I had built. They got married a year later. I told myself I’d moved on.
I rebuilt my life, found peace in solitude. I hadn’t spoken to her since.
Until last night.
I was getting ready for bed when my phone rang. I almost didn’t answer—who calls at 11 p.m.?
But when I saw the name, my stomach dropped. Marissa.
I should’ve ignored it. But something in me wanted to hear her voice, to know why, after all these years, she was reaching out.
The moment I answered, she was screaming.
Hysterical.
“He’s a monster, Kayla! You have no idea what he’s done!”
My heart pounded. I hadn’t heard that name—his name—in a decade.
But I recognized the fear in her voice. It was raw. Desperate.
“What are you talking about?” I asked, gripping the phone.
She was sobbing now, words tumbling out too fast.
Something about lies. About a hidden life. About how she found something she wasn’t supposed to.
And then—just before the call cut out—she said something that made my blood run cold.
“Kayla…he’s not who you think he is.
And neither am I.”
I sat there for a long time, staring at the phone. The room felt smaller, like the walls were closing in. What did she mean?
Was this some cruel joke? Or was she really trying to tell me something?
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