The Truth Hidden In A Folder

For three years, I believed I had the perfect marriage with my husband, Grant, and an unbreakable bond with my best friend, Chelsey.

That illusion shattered when I found a hidden video on our shared laptop, tucked away in a folder labeled "Memories."

It showed them together in a hotel room, kissing, their bodies intertwined. I heard my husband promise my best friend he would never truly love me, that I was just a responsibility he had to bear.

He was the man who swore he'd never cheat. She was the woman who once saved my life. Their entire relationship, their fake animosity-it was all an elaborate performance to hide their affair right under my nose.

But when he left me sobbing on the floor to rush to her side after a faked car accident, something inside me finally broke.

I found them wrapped in each other's arms, and with the sound of my hand cracking across his stunned face, I made a new promise.

"We're getting a divorce."

Chapter 1

BROOKLYN POV:

The chill that seeped into my bones had nothing to do with the thermostat. My body trembled, a tremor starting deep inside and rattling its way out through my fingertips and jaw. I hugged myself, but it did nothing. The cold was inside me. It was everywhere.

I made myself watch it again. The glowing screen of my laptop, our shared home laptop, showed me the unthinkable. It was a video, hidden in a folder I wasn't supposed to find, a folder simply labeled "Memories." My own memories were being burned to ash with every frame.

Grant, my husband, walked into the room. It was their room, not ours. A hotel room, or maybe somewhere else entirely. Chelsey, my best friend, was already there. She looked up, a smile unfurling on her face that I now recognized as sickeningly intimate.

"You took your time," Chelsey purred.

Grant chuckled, a low sound that used to make my stomach flutter, but now it churned with bile. "Couldn't be too obvious, could I? You know how Brooklyn gets." He winked. A wink meant for her, not for me.

My breath hitched. He always played the part so well.

Chelsey rolled her eyes, but her gaze lingered on him, possessive and hungry. "She' s so clueless. You really think she wouldn' t suspect anything, even after all this time?"

Grant shrugged, moving closer. "She trusts us. She trusts you." He reached out, his hand tracing the line of Chelsey' s arm. "Enough about that. Come here."

My stomach dropped. I knew what was coming. I'd seen it once, and now, forcing myself to watch it again felt like a perverse form of self-torture. My eyes blurred, but I didn't dare look away. I had to see it all. Every single horrifying detail.

Chelsey didn't hesitate. She threw her arms around him, pulling him into a kiss. A long, deep, undeniable kiss. It was a kiss that belonged to lovers, to people