For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage. Dylan was everything: charming, loyal, and deeply loving. We’d grown up together, shared dreams, built a life. But there was one person I’d never met—his best friend, Karo. I’d heard his name in passing, but he was never at our wedding, never in our photos, never part of our circle. Dylan always said Karo traveled a lot. I didn’t question it.
Then came the barbecue.
Karo was there. Stunning, magnetic, but distant. When I tried to talk to him, he shut me down. Cold. Everyone else brushed it off—“That’s just how he is.” But something felt off. The tension was palpable. And the more I asked, the more people deflected. It was like Karo was a ghost everyone had agreed not to speak about.
I dug deeper.
What I found shattered me. Karo wasn’t just Dylan’s best friend—he was his secret. Their connection went far beyond friendship. Emotional, intimate, and hidden. Dylan had built a second life around Karo, one I was never meant to see. The secrecy wasn’t about protecting me—it was about preserving something he couldn’t admit.
I felt betrayed. Not just by Dylan, but by the silence of our friends. They knew. They watched me live a lie. And now, I’m left questioning everything—my marriage, my memories, my worth.
I’m livid. Not because Dylan loved someone else, but because he didn’t trust me with the truth.
