Betrayed at the Concert Kiss Cam

On the third day of my business trip to the West Coast, I saw a video of my husband kissing my bestie at the Coolplay concert. My bestie and I have known each other for 20 years. On my wedding day, she cried her eyes out, wishing you forever happiness. But today, my bestie and my husband betrayed me together. After a few moments of silence, I called her. Hey babe, did you go to that Cool Fly concert? I heard the live show was amazing. Her voice hesitated for a second. Yeah, I saw clips online. Clips online, I wish I were there. Come back soon and we can go together. okay? I hung up and caught the first flight straight to her place. Jessica, I'll protect you. Emily, you are the hero in my life. After 20 years, I had to ask her why she lied to me. My flight landed in Boston at exactly 9 PM, perfect time for a date. I went straight to Jessica's apartment and knocked. She opened the door, and the moment she saw me, her face went pale. "Emily, what are you doing back? Weren't you in Los Angeles for work? " She stared at me in panic. I didn't speak; my eyes locked onto her nightgown. It was a black lace seethrough nightgown, the Vneck plunging almost to her navel. A week ago, I went shopping with her when she bought this nightgown, she told me. A woman needs to feel like a woman This is my secret weapon. Now this secret weapon I helped her pick out Was it going to be used on my husband?

A faint smile tugged at my lips. I wanted to laugh, but my eyes got red first. Jessica and I had been best friends since we were little. At seven, I chased away the boys who bullied her. I told the crying little girl. "Don't be afraid; I'll protect you. " At thirteen, I was the one who grabbed a mop and charged into the bathroom. "You bullies! Don't you dare hurt my friend! " At seventeen, we went to different high schools. Her parents were fighting and separated. Surviving on twenty dollars a month, she dropped from one hundred thirtyfive pounds to eighty pounds. Emily? I can't go on anymore. I sneaked out of my boarding school that night and ran home. I knelt in front of my parents, begging them to sponsor her. "Dad, you have to help him! He's my best friend, and he doesn't have anyone else. " Thus, she made it through and got into an Ivy League. From 7 to 27, we'd known each other for twenty years. She said so many times that I was the hero in her girlhood, but now she was wearing the sexy nightgown I helped her pick out, ready to climb into my husband's bed. Thinking about this, I wanted to laugh but couldn't. I tried to stay calm and asked her, my voice was natural as ever, she was visibly shaking. Do you have a date tonight, who is he, do I know him, tell me bestie.

My dad moved fast. I had just gotten home when the divorce lawyer sent me the emailthree gigabytes of evidence and documents. I opened it; besides photos and hotel records, there was a video account I'd never seen before—83 videos. Every single one had my husband Chad in it. I found out their first kiss was on my 23rd birthday. While I went out to get the cake, they were in the living room, like their lives depended on it. Their first time was during that citywide storm. Jessica's neighborhood lost power. I knew she was afraid of the dark, so when I couldn't reach her, I drove through the storm to check on her. Lightning, thunder, rain flooded to my knees. I was completely soaked. Jessica's door was locked. I was afraid something had happened to her and kept knocking in the dark for an hour. Now I know, she was in a hotel suite with Chad that night, having a candlelit dinner. They slept together for the first time. And the latest video uploaded 10 minutes ago, it was shot at Jessica's apartment. She was still wearing that sexy nightgown, smiling innocently at the camera. Almost got caught, but Mr. Thompson said he'll make it up to me tonight. He's not allowed to go home. Her voice was so natural, not even a trace of guilt. Four years, 83 videos. From my birthday to the stormy night, every moment I thought they hated each other, they were behind my back, kissing and cheating.

It's just a colleague; you don't know him. She was still lying to me. My eyes scanned her panicked face, then landed on her wrist. I smiled slightly. "That's a pretty bracelet. Did your colleague give you that too? " Last Valentine's Day, I went through Chad's purchase historya pair of gold earrings, a Van Cleef & Arpels ruby bracelet. The earrings were $5,000; I was wearing them. The bracelet was $38,000. He gave it to Jessica. Jessica's face went white. Yeah, uh. from my colleague. She couldn't even lie convincingly. And yet, she'd been hiding this from me for so long. Forget it, I won't interrupt your date. See you tomorrow. I turned and walked away. The smile disappeared from my face. On the way home, I called my father. Dad, I need your help. Chad's job? Jessica's apartment? And every penny they've spent of my money over the years, hire a lawyer and get it all back, yeah. they're together. And I won't be taken advantage of.

I suddenly remembered my wedding day. Jessica wore the bridesmaid dress we picked out together. She was crying her eyes out. She held my hand and threatened Chad. "Emily is my best friend. If you ever hurt her, I will make you pay. " At the bouquet toss, everyone in the crowd was reaching for the bouquet, but I walked through the crowd and handed the bouquet directly to her. "Jessica, I hope you find happiness too. " She froze for a second, then sobbed uncontrollably. "Emily, I hope you are happy forever. " Scenes flashed before my eyes. I sat on the couch, tears streaming silently down my face. My phone rang; it was Chad. His voice was half cautious, half complaining. "Chad, why didn't you tell me you were coming back? I wouldn't have known if Jessica hadn't told me. Where are you now? " "Chad, do you want me to pick you up? " I didn't speak. My eyes were fixed on Jessica's latest video. She said, "I don't want Mr. Thompson to go home. " "I'm at the airport. "Came back to get some files, leaving again soon. Okay honey, I'm still at work so I won't be able to see you off. I hung up my lawyer, Ms. Smith So what's your plan now Mrs. Smith if I catch them in the act does that help my case in divorce court?