I forgave my best friend once after she broke my trust in the worst way. Years later, I came home early and found her in my bedroom with my husband. I handed her my wedding ring and walked away, but one phone call made her regret ever touching it.
When I found my best friend in my silk robe with my husband behind her, I didn’t scream.
Mara screamed enough for both of us.
“Blair! You’re home early!”
Daniel stood behind her with his shirt unbuttoned and one hand still hovering near her waist. His suitcase sat open on our bed. My perfume bottle was uncapped on the dresser.
Mara smelled like me.
That was the detail that almost broke me.
“Blair! You’re home early!”
She hadn’t just touched my marriage. Mara had tried to wear my life.
“Blair,” Daniel said, stepping forward. “Please. Let me explain.”
I looked at Mara.
Her bare shoulder slipped from my robe, and her eyes darted to the jewelry dish on my dresser. My wedding ring had been there that morning while I showered.
My hand moved before I fully understood what I was doing.
I slid the ring off.
Daniel’s face changed. “Don’t.”
I slid the ring off.
I walked to Mara and placed it in her palm.
“Here,” I said. “You’ve always wanted what was mine.”
Mara stared at the ring like I’d handed her a crown.
“Blair, stop,” Daniel whispered.
I picked up my passport folder from the nightstand, grabbed the small framed photo of my dad from the dresser, and pulled my laptop bag from the chair.
“Blair, you’re being dramatic and insensitive,” Mara said, clutching the robe closed.
“You’ve always wanted what was mine.”
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