For years, I put up with Jack’s unusually close relationship with Megan—his so-called “best friend” who seemed more like an uninvited shadow in our lives. She was present at every holiday, every vacation, and every milestone, sliding seamlessly into moments meant for family. Whenever I raised concerns, Jack would dismiss me, calling me paranoid and jealous. Even his father, Rick, brushed it off, insisting Megan was like family and always would be. But no matter how they spun it, I sensed something was deeply wrong.
Everything unraveled the night I went through Jack’s phone while he was in the shower. What I found confirmed my worst fears: months of flirtatious, intimate messages between him and Megan. My heart sank—she wasn’t just his friend. She was his mistress. But instead of confronting him immediately, I chose to wait for the right moment to expose them. That moment came two months later at a family BBQ—one of many events where Megan acted like she belonged.
