When Trust Breaks—and How I Found Something Stronger
I used to think betrayal was something that happened to other people—something you’d hear whispered about at work or see unfold in a movie, not something that could reach into my quiet, ordinary life. But betrayal doesn’t arrive with warnings. It slips in quietly, disguised as trust, until you realize it’s been there all along.
For five years, Aaron and I shared a small, sunlit house. Mornings smelled of coffee; Friday nights of garlic bread. We had our little traditions—reading in bed on Saturdays, pizza on the couch, inside jokes that could make us laugh until our sides ached. And through it all, there was Tessa—my best friend since high school. She knew my coffee order, made me laugh until my voice cracked, and stood beside me on my wedding day.
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