The champagne glass slipped from my hand the moment I opened the bedroom door.It hit the marble floor with a sharp crack, scattering tiny pieces of glass across the carpet.Neither of them moved.Neither of them spoke.For three seconds, I simply stood there, staring at the two people I trusted most in the world.My husband.And my best friend.In my bed.My fingers went cold.“Claire…”My husband’s voice finally broke the silence.I looked at him.Then at her.My best friend, Sophie, was clutching the white sheet against her chest, her hair tangled around her face.The same face I’d held while she cried about her heartbreak.The same woman I’d called my sister.The same woman who had stood beside me six months ago when I married the man I thought I’d spend the rest of my life with.I laughed.I didn’t know why.Maybe because if I didn’t laugh, I would scream.“So this is why you kept telling me you were tired.”My husband, Daniel, immediately climbed out of bed.“Claire, wait.”“Don
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