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.”

That night, I realized what a wonderful man I had nearly lost.

The next morning, I unpacked my suitcase and decided to stay.

At first, it was because Daniel had rejected me. But later, I realized that I truly loved you.

I regretted what I’d done for the rest of my life.

When I became ill, I asked Daniel to promise that he would tell you the truth after my death.

Forgive me, if you can.”

I sat there for a long time.

The most painful part wasn’t even the affair itself.

My wife had been preparing to leave me, and she’d stayed only because Daniel had rejected her.

Had I never been her first choice?

Just then, my phone rang.

It was Daniel.

“Robert, did you read it?”

“Yes.”

“I’m near the house. Can I come over?”

Ten minutes later, he was standing in front of me.