The Ex-Wife's Vendetta

Letting out a sigh, my phone suddenly rings, and I glance at the caller ID, a smile forming on my lips. It's my best friend, Danica Russell.

"Hey, girl," I answer cheerfully.

"Hey, um, can you please open the door right now?" Danica's request raises my eyebrows in curiosity.

"Where are you?" I inquire, wondering why she's calling me just to have me open the door.

"I'm right in front of your house, to be exact, standing at your doorstep." I immediately rise from my seat and head toward the door. Opening it, I find Danica standing there with a grin. I end the call and face her.

"Why didn't you just ring the bell?" I ask, puzzled by her behavior.

"Because I didn't want to run into your husband, obviously. It would ruin my entire day," she replies casually, joining me as we return to the dining room.

Ah, Danica and her disdain for Wesley. I've never quite understood why. Whenever they cross paths, they inevitably end up arguing over something trivial. Their personalities just don't seem to mesh well. Most best friends would be thrilled for their friend's marriage, but not Danica. She has never approved of Wesley, ever since I introduced them. It's a strange dynamic. She's always preaching about the importance of mental and physical strength. I know she cares about me deeply, and I love her just as much. She's like a sister to me, always there through thick and thin, and I know she only wants the best for me.

"I still can't understand why you don't like him," I say, taking a sip of my orange juice.

"Cassandra, I just... You know, I can't shake the feeling that he's not the right one for you," Danica responds.

"Danica, Wesley and I have been happily married for two years now. We're both content with our lives. Why can't you be happy for me? You're my best friend," I express, a hint of frustration in my voice. She sighs and meets my gaze.

"I'm sorry, Cassandra. It's not that I don't want you to be happy. I just have this gut feeling that he's not the one for you," she explains, her voice filled with concern. Confusion settles in, and I furrow my eyebrows.

"What do you mean he's not the one for me?" I inquire, seeking clarification.

"Cassandra, all this time, Wesley has been cheating on you behind your back," Danica reveals. Shock courses through me at her words.

"Danica! Why would you say such a thing? Wesley loves me, and he told me so just last night," I retort, my anger rising within me.

"I'm not lying. I saw it with my own eyes. Please believe me. He's not a good man. I saw him with another woman in his car when I was at the mall. It happened on multiple occasions," Danica insists, her tone pleading. Disbelief washes over me. How could she accuse my husband like this?

"I can't believe you, Danica. You're my one and only best friend. How can you make such accusations against my husband? Why can't you accept that I'm his wife? I didn't ask for anything except for your happiness and support. Is that too much to ask?" I explode in anger, and Danica looks at me, hurt evident in her eyes.

"Cassandra, I'm being serious. I swear to you that I'm not lying. I saw him, and it's not the first time I've witnessed him with another woman. I even saw him entering a hotel with someone else. Please, believe me," she pleads, grasping my hands. My emotions are a whirlwind, torn between loyalty to my husband and trust in my best friend.

"I don't want to hear anything more from you right now. I need you to leave my house immediately," I assert, my anger intensifying.

"Ale-"

"OUT!" I yell, cutting her off.

"Fine. But I will find a way to prove to you that everything I've said is true," she declares resolutely, before storming out, slamming the door behind her. I close my eyes and slump into the chair, resting my head on the table.

How could my best friend act this way? I can't believe it. How can she accuse Wesley of cheating on me? There's no way he could be seeing another woman. He professed his love for me just last night, and that's proof enough for me. He would never betray me. I think Danica must have mistaken my husband for someone else. I trust Wesley completely.