The Woman He Became

My wife, Molly, had a best friend, Nate, who was always a little too close for comfort.

I tried to ignore the red flags-her late nights with him, his hand always on her arm, their inside jokes that shut me out-but it ate at me.

Then, for my birthday, Molly brought Nate along… via video call, to help him custom-design a gift.

I stood there, an ignored accessory to my own celebration, feeling like a piece of furniture until my patience snapped. The final blow came on our anniversary when she abandoned me completely for one of Nate' s "emergencies."

I decided I was done.