On the Last Day of Our Vacation, My Best Friend of 42 Years Asked Me to Take One Final Photo Together—as Friends. When I Asked Why It Would Be Our Last, He Said, “Tomorrow, You’ll Find Out What I’ve Done Behind Your Back.”

The letter slipped from my hands.

But I hadn’t read the worst part yet.

At the beginning of the next page, Margaret had written:

“However, Robert, there’s another truth that even Daniel doesn’t know. And if you’ve reached these lines, it’s time for you to learn what really happened that night…”

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I turned the page.

Margaret had written:

“Robert, I fell in love with Daniel. Our secret affair lasted eleven months.

The night you unexpectedly came home, I had already packed my suitcase and was preparing to leave you.

But Daniel had just told me that he wasn’t going to leave his family. He said he couldn’t bear to lose his best friend.

I was crying because he had rejected me.

And that was the moment you walked through the door.

You hugged me, believing I was simply upset.