MY HUSBAND LEFT ME FOR MY BEST FRIEND….
Part 1
“This can’t be happening,” Agatha said, her voice cracking as she stared at her phone. Tears fell freely from her eyes, each one burning with the weight of betrayal.
It all started with a simple mistake—at least, that’s what they had told her. Her husband, Jordan, had been sharing a file with her best friend, Joy. It seemed harmless enough. They both worked at the same company, after all. There was nothing unusual about it, or so she thought.
They said it was an office file, something related to a project they were working on together. She didn’t think twice when the file arrived in her phone. It was just another routine exchange, one of many. Agatha had been so busy with the housework, the daily chores, and trying to keep the peace in her home, that she didn’t have time to go through her phone and check the message properly.
But now, as she sat down to watch a movie, a notification pinged on her phone, and she absentmindedly opened it.
It wasn’t a movie.
It was a video.
A video of Jordan and Joy—her very best friend—together. A video she wasn’t supposed to see, yet fate had somehow pushed it into her hands. They were in a compromising position, their bodies entangled in a way that no one should ever witness.
The shock of it hit her like a punch to the gut. She felt as though the ground beneath her had opened up, and she was falling into a pit of darkness that had no end. How long had this been going on? How many times had she walked around the house, thinking everything was normal, while this betrayal was unfolding right under her nose?
Funny enough, this file had been sent two weeks ago, and she had never thought to check it. She had been so caught up in the whirlwind of daily life—housework, errands, taking care of things around the house—that the small detail of her phone’s notification had slipped her mind.
Now it was too late.
Her heart raced, and a cold chill ran down her spine. She had trusted Jordan—trusted him with everything. She had opened herself to him completely. And now this—her best friend, the woman she had known for a decade, someone she had shared everything with, was the one who had stabbed her in the back.
The image of them together, the way Joy had been caressing him, the way they had laughed as if there was no care in the world, replayed in her mind over and over. It felt like she was suffocating, unable to breathe as her body numbed from the shock.
“Where did it all go wrong?” Agatha whispered, her voice barely audible as she stared at the screen. She searched her mind for the moment, the one small crack in her perfect world that could have started this. She thought back to the late nights Jordan had been working, how Joy had always been there for her, a friend offering comfort and advice whenever Agatha needed it. But now? Now, everything felt like a lie.
What was even more painful than the betrayal itself was the realization that she hadn’t seen it coming. Jordan had always been the perfect husband, and Joy, her confidante, had always been there. How could she have missed the signs?
But then, as her thoughts swirled in confusion and hurt, her phone buzzed again.
A text from Jordan.
“I need to talk to you.” ….
The words burned through her, and for a moment, Agatha was frozen in place. How could she even look at him? How could she face the man who had torn apart everything they had built together? And worse—how could she face Joy? The person she had trusted more than anyone else in her life.
The weight of it all felt unbearable. Her heart ached, and her mind raced. She didn’t know what to do next. Confront Jordan? Confront Joy? Or was it too late to salvage any part of what was left?
One thing was certain: Agatha would never be the same again.
Agatha had always carried the weight of her family’s legacy. As an only child, she had inherited everything from her late parents, Mr. and Mrs. Smith—her parents who had passed away far too early, leaving her alone with more wealth than most could dream of. The Smith family was known for its business acumen and powerful influence, and the company that bore their name, The Smith Corporation, was now hers to manage.
But even though it was a massive empire, she had always kept this knowledge to herself. She never mentioned it to Jordan or Joy. They had no idea that the thriving company they worked for, the very office where they had forged a bond that had turned into betrayal, was part of Agatha’s inheritance. In the eyes of the world, she was just a woman trying to make her way, trying to find normalcy in the chaos of her life.
And for years, she kept it that way—unwilling to reveal the truth of her wealth. But now, in the face of this monumental betrayal, it felt like a hollow victory. All the plans she had made for the future, the dreams she had built around a life with Jordan, suddenly seemed ridiculous, naive. Her thoughts of handing over the company to him, of placing her trust and her future in his hands, seemed laughable now.
“What was I thinking?” Agatha wondered, the bitterness of her self-reflection settling in her chest like an iron weight. “How could I have ever thought this man, this liar, could carry such a legacy?”
Jordan had swept into her life so effortlessly. He had been her high school sweetheart, the boy who promised to love her forever, the man who was going to build a life alongside her. They had shared dreams, whispered secrets, and promised one another a future. Agatha had believed every word, thinking they were indestructible, bound by love and loyalty. They had grown together, or so she thought.
But now, everything that had once felt so solid, so real, seemed like a fragile façade built on lies. The betrayal cut deeper when she remembered the many moments she had spent convincing herself that it was okay to hide who she truly was. Agatha had felt guilty for not sharing the truth with Jordan. But now, with the weight of his deception pressing down on her, it was as if everything had been done for a reason—maybe for the best, as painful as it was.
“I hid it for a reason,” Agatha whispered, wiping the tears from her face. She had always told herself it was to protect him….
to protect their relationship. But now, it seemed like the truth had been a shield, guarding her from the reality of what he had become.
The thought of confronting him made her sick to her stomach. She wanted answers, yes, but more than that, she wanted her life back. She wanted the life she had built before this betrayal, the one that had seemed like it had a future. But now, she wasn’t sure if that future was with Jordan or without him.
But what if there was something more to this? What if it wasn’t just the affair? What if there was something darker, something more sinister behind the veil of lies?
Her mind raced, torn between confronting him immediately or waiting for the right moment. The hurt was consuming her, but so was the curiosity, the need to understand why. Why had he done this? Why her best friend?
The office was tense as Jordan and Joy sat across from each other, the weight of the situation settling heavily between them. The file—the one Agatha was never supposed to see—had been sent to her by mistake. It was a mistake, they told themselves, but neither of them had the slightest shred of fear or remorse. There was no guilt, not a flicker of concern for what they had done.
“She must have seen it.” Joy’s voice was cool, almost indifferent as she glanced at Jordan, waiting for his confirmation.
Jordan nodded, unfazed. “We’ll deal with it. She’ll either delete the video, or we’ll figure something else out.”
Just last week, Agatha had taken the monumental step of asking the president of The Smith Corporation to make Jordan the manager. It had been her plan all along, to give him a position of power within the company. She had believed in him, trusted him—enough to hand over the keys to her future. But Jordan never mentioned his new promotion, never expressed gratitude for her faith in him. Agatha hadn’t thought much of it at the time, but now, in light of everything, she realized just how foolish she’d been.
Later that evening, as Agatha watched from the living room, Jordan returned home with Joy by his side. As soon as Agatha saw them, a wave of cold, bitter grief crashed over her. She could barely keep herself together. Tears sprang from her eyes before she could even stop them. She had never felt so betrayed, so utterly defeated.
Jordan walked in, his face masked with the same cold indifference he had shown at the office. “I know you must have seen the file. Please, you can’t blackmail us with that. We are here to plead with you to delete the video. I’ll file for our divorce.”
A laugh, sharp and bitter, escaped Agatha’s lips, cutting through the tension in the room. She looked up at Jordan, then quickly cast her gaze downward again, her emotions a storm that she couldn’t contain.
“Agatha, I met Jordan before you. And you took him from me,” Joy’s voice was biting, accusatory. “Please, don’t act like you didn’t know.”
Agatha’s face contorted in disbelief. “Not even a sorry for how you both betrayed me?” she shouted, her voice raw with hurt. It was a cry that felt like it came from deep within her soul, the devastation threatening to tear her apart.
“I’m not sorry for taking my man back,” Joy shot back, her tone filled with venom. She didn’t care—nothing would make her feel remorse for what she had done. Jordan, for his part, remained silent, standing awkwardly by the door, unsure of what to say. His eyes flicked from Agatha to Joy, but there was no apology, no trace of shame in his demeanor.
