Advisor Lukelle
His wife cheated with his best friend. Twice.
He had known his best friend for 15 years. They grew up together, drank together, stood beside each other through breakups, jobs, weddings, and every bad decision in between. When he got married, his friend was not just a guest. He was family. That was why the confession did not feel real at first. His wife told him she had slept with that friend. Then she admitted it had happened twice. The first time was months ago. The second time was only a week ago, and they were caught by the friend’s wife. His wife kept saying it was a drunken mistake. She said she hated herself. She said she never meant to hurt him. But he could not understand how the same mistake happened twice with the same man. To him, that meant there had been messages, looks, excuses, chances to stop. The friend tried to apologize too, but the words meant nothing. A stranger could have hurt him less. Now he is not only losing his marriage. He is losing his closest friendship, his social circle, and the version of his life where he knew who was loyal. The worst part is that both of them are asking for forgiveness, as if betrayal becomes smaller when two people share it.

