My Husband's Girl Best Friend Ruined My Marriage

When their eyes locked, the air seemed to thrum with quiet, growing heat.

Neither of them let go.

The crowd's deafening chant of "Be together! Be together!" stabbed into me like a thousand blades, leaving me bloodied and raw inside.

At that moment, I felt exactly like a thief, skulking in the shadows, watching my own husband whisper and laugh intimately with another woman.

Beside me, Garrett's face had gone ashen with rage. He was about to storm over, but I quickly reached out to stop him.

Instead, I pulled out my phone, my fingers trembling as I dialed Kristoff's number.

Through blurred vision, I saw him take out his phone. Annoyance flashed across his face at the sudden ringtone.

Once. Twice. Three times...

The word "Wife" kept flashing on the screen, but he never answered.

Aileen, sprawled lazily against his chest, gave a contemptuous little snort.

"Your wife is checking in on you again?"

Without waiting, she reached over, pressed the decline button, and playfully tapped his nose.

"Don't you dare ditch your friends for some woman. Otherwise, who'll be left to hang out with you?"

"Of course not!" Kristoff laughed, tightening his hold around her waist. "My wife will never be more important than my friends."

With practiced ease, he switched off the phone completely and tossed it aside, before rolling with Aileen across the grass again.

Yes. My wife will never be more important than my friends.

What else did I need to understand?

The cold mountain wind cut through me, leaving me trembling. I pointed at the pair tangled up on the grass, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest.

"Garrett, is there surveillance here?"

Garrett caught on instantly. "I'll have someone preserve the footage right away."

It felt as though a gaping hole had been torn open in my chest, my heart bleeding out with every breath.

'Kristoff, if this is the choice you've made... then the ending is already written: your complete ruin.'

Not far away, the group finished their roughhousing and gathered around the barbecue, drinking and laughing. As the alcohol flowed, so did the confessions.

Aileen raised a bottle high, her cheeks flushed, her tone half-dramatic, half-proud.

"You know, when Kristoff got married, I was so heartbroken. I went to the riverside and drank alone, and even posted about it online."

She giggled, then continued, "And guess what? He actually showed up—in his groom's suit, no less. We sat by the river all night, staring at the stars like a pair of fools."

My throat tightened painfully.

I remembered my wedding night, waiting alone on the marriage bed, while he had told me he had an ‘urgent matter.'

Aileen wasn't finished. "And later, I told him I didn't want to get married, but I did want a baby. Do you know what this idiot said to me?"

She paused deliberately, savoring the suspense before bursting into wild laughter.

"He got all serious and said, ‘Fine, I'll donate. But if you have a kid, it better be mine!'"

The crowd erupted into cheers. "Now that's brotherhood!"

Aileen shoved Kristoff teasingly.

"But hey, if you're such a loyal brother, what about Elodie?"

Kristoff lowered his eyes, his voice calm, almost casual. "I've been making her take birth control. I never planned on having kids with her anyway."

The collective gasp rippled through the crowd—and out of Garrett too.

"You've put up with this all along?" he burst out, furious.

The sunlight cut into my eyes, sharp and merciless. And suddenly, I laughed.

I laughed until tears slid down my face.

"Isn't it ridiculous? He even told me once he wanted us to be child-free, said we'd be a DINK couple."

For three years, I had tried countless times to conceive, always blaming my own body for failing me.

And all the while, he smiled so tenderly, assuring me, "Elodie, it's okay. Let's just live as two forever. You'll always be my treasure."

Treasure?

No. I was nothing but the cruelest joke.

Aileen's laughter still rang in my ears, sweet and poisonous. "Having a good brother beats getting married a thousand times over. No nagging wife, no dull married life—just all the perks with none of the chains. Tsk. I must've been a saint in my past life to deserve this."