When Maya found out that her husband had been giving money to her best friend in secret for several months, her entire world came crashing down around her. Nevertheless, the betrayal went much further than she had anticipated. Maya prepared the ideal retribution, which included a public humiliation, a last showdown, and a lesson that neither of them would ever forget. Instead of breaking apart, she planned the perfect revenge.

Betrayal is a form of cruel behavior.

Although it is painful when someone you love betrays you, what is much more painful is when that betrayal comes from both your husband and your closest friend at the same time? This injury does not merely cause pain; rather, it etchs itself deeply into your own being, leaving behind the kind of scar that you will never be able to conceal from yourself.

Ever since we were in college, Sophie and I had been inseparable. Together, we had been through everything: messy breakups, soul-crushing internships, our first real jobs, engagements, weddings, and even pregnancy at the same time. We had been through almost everything together.

I considered her to be my very own sister.

However, as we look back at it now, the signals were there.

Sophie was never envious of my manners or my residence. Neither my clothes nor my holidays were the things that she desired. It was her desire to marry me.

Sophie’s marriage to Mark was in the process of disintegrating at the same time as my husband, Daniel, and I continued to be affectionate and were still partners in every sense. Throughout our conversation, she repeatedly expressed how she felt unloved and how her spouse had stopped touching her.

Moreover, I was a fool who continually tried to console her.

“Do you know what it’s like to live with someone who just tolerates you?” she asked with a big sigh one afternoon when they were having brunch. The way that Mark used to gaze at me was as if I were the sun. What now? I stroll by him while wearing nothing but a towel, and he doesn’t even bother to look up.

I extended my hand and gently squeezed her hand. My dear Soph, this is merely a hard patch. Every time, the two of you figure it out. Before you eat your eggs Benedict, think of something exciting that you and your companion can do together. For a weekend getaway, perhaps?”

As she stirred her latte, she smiled and nodded her head.

It was not until much later that I discovered that Sophie had already discovered her “solution.”

Accidentally, the truth found its way out.

Over the course of that evening, I was using Daniel’s laptop to place an order for clothing for our kid, Lucas. Because my phone was dead and his laptop was already logged in, I decided that it would be more convenient to use his laptop rather than wait for mine to charge. As a result of Daniel’s departure to collect Lucas from his swim class, I was able to have the house to myself.

A notification appeared in the upper-right hand corner of the screen when I was in the middle of adding things to my shopping cart.

A successful transfer of $800 was made by Sophie L.

Initially, I was under the impression that my eyes were playing a trick on me.

Do you know why my spouse was transferring money to Sophie?

An attempt was made to reason with myself. It’s possible that she came to him for financial guidance. It was possible that something had occurred with Mark, and she required assistance. Why, then, would she choose not to come to me? We were very honest with one another.

Using our shared banking app, I opened it. The sound of my heartbeat rang in my ears.

Moreover, there it was. A number of months’ worth of remittances, ranging from $300 to over $1,000 at times, were all sent to Sophie.

I must have been under the impression that Daniel never checked our account. To tell you the truth, I did it very infrequently. However, fate saw fit to make this a different night.

At the same time that I began exploring his laptop for answers, my stomach began to churn. And at that moment, I did something that I had never before considered doing.

His mails were opened by me.

Your treatment of me is so much more superior to that of my own husband, Sophie. My desire to exit the room is triggered each time Mark enters a room. On the other hand, once I hear your voice, I feel secure.

Soph, I promise that I will always look out for you, Daniel. You have earned the right to experience joy.

Sophie: I really wish that we had met earlier. In place of you, I wish I were your wife.

When it came to the one that made my skin crawl, it was:

Daniel: Babe, I can’t seem to quit thinking about what happened last night. I could have stayed for a longer period of time.

The coldness of my palms increased as I continued to scroll.

To Daniel: Would you be sure that you are fine? I don’t want you to deal with difficulties as a result of him.

I despise calling on you for assistance, Sophie. With Maya and Lucas, I am aware that you are very busy. However, Mark reduced my amount once again. He claims that I spend too much money, but you should know that I don’t even buy myself much of anything.

There is no need for you to provide me with an explanation of who you are, my darling. I have assured you that I will look after you.

I have a terrible feeling about taking your money, Sophie…

Not at all, Daniel. You have my love. And it is my hope that you have everything that you require.

As the mucus in my throat began to rise, I shoved the laptop away from me and covered my mouth.

It was more than just an emotional experience. They were not merely “getting close.” I discovered that my husband and my best friend had been having sexual relations, and that he had been using our money to support her lifestyle.

These funds were intended for our house. For the sake of our son’s future.

It was at that moment that I decided to stop crying. Due to the fact that this was no longer merely a betrayal. We were in a war.

In the following few days, I performed my duty without a single mistake. My daily responsibilities included taking Sophie’s calls, laughing at Daniel’s jokes, and preparing his favorite meals. I was the epitome of a wife who was devoid of awareness.

Meanwhile, I was making preparations for the most spectacular act of vengeance that I could possibly imagine.

A little orchestra was utilized by me. Is a choir. You are correct—cheerleaders. I was going to give them a performance that was deserving of a standing ovation if they wanted my assistance in creating drama.

After that, I sent Mark a text message.

What’s up? Tonight, Sophie has a surprising and exciting idea in store for you. You need to be home early so that you can see it.

At precisely six o’clock in the evening, the orchestra gathered in Sophie’s front yard. The choir started singing a ballad that was so blatantly clear that it was unpleasant to listen to. The song was about a husband who was cheating on his wife and using his money to support his mistress.

After that, the cheerleaders came forward, holding enormous boards that were covered with printed screenshots of the text messages and bank transfers. Each and every syllable. Each and every payment. Any and all “I love you.”

Several neighbors emerged. Numerous phones were recording.

Sophie’s phone rang, and I saw her on the screen.

How did you come to know about it? When she screamed. I want you to stop them, Maya! Oh, please!

“Oh, Soph,” I said in a nice tone. “You have been extremely kind with Daniel’s money as of late. Take into consideration this as my thank-you performance.

Daniel finally called a few minutes later.

“Maya, if you must! Please put an end to this! He spoke in a frenetic manner.

“What is the point?” I inquired as I exited my vehicle, which was parked a little distance down the street. Why should Mark and I be the only ones who are unaware of what is going on?

At that very moment, Mark’s vehicle pulled into the driveway there.

“What exactly is going on?” he inquired.

In response, I remarked, “Ask your wife,” while pointing toward the boards.

Sophie made a beeline for him and grabbed his arm. “What you see is not what it actually is! Please pay attention to what I have to say!

Upon reading the screenshots, Mark’s expression became more stern. Do you have a history of cheating on me? The tone of his voice was murky and risky.

“There was no bearing on it at all!” She broke down in tears.

Then, Daniel’s vehicle came to a halt with a shriek. With a pallid appearance, he hurried over. “Maya, if you don’t mind, let’s talk—”

“Oh no,” I began to say. “It is well past the time for conversation. The money that is in our joint account, for example.”

While the cameras were rolling, the crowd grumbled. The eyes of Daniel were filled with genuine fear for the very first time.

Mark shifted his attention to me. You and your husband, your closest friend, right?

I gave a slight nod.

He turned his gaze back to Sophie. Please go inside. Right now”

She complied, quivering with fear.

I was caught by Daniel’s grasp. To Maya, I beg you—”

I wished Daniel well and added, “Enjoy your new life.” “Oh, and I submitted my petition for divorce that day. Have faith that she was worth it.

On that particular evening, I believed that I had completed everything. On the other hand, I was incorrect.

My door was knocked on at approximately ten o’clock at night.

It turned out to be Sophie. A disheveled hairstyle, a face that was blotchy from crying, and a hoodie that was too big for her.

According to what I stated, “You’ve got some nerve showing up here.”

She inhaled deeply with trembling. Maya, if you please. Just give me a chance to speak. We have known each other for many years. “I am owed this by you.”

Nothing is owed to you by me.

“I didn’t intend for this to take place,” she muttered to herself in a hurry. “I felt to be alone. At this point, Mark hardly looked at me at all. After that, there was Daniel; he complimented me on my appearance, he made sure I was okay, and he made me feel like I was important somehow. For the sole purpose of providing me with a break, he would even take Theo and Lucas to swim lesson on occasion.

I laughed with a sour tone. “So you believed that making it okay to take what was mine was acceptable?”

“That is not how I had conceived of it,” she said.

Obviously, you did not do that. There is no one else but yourself that you ever consider. In college? I was wearing my Halloween costume, but you stole it because you believed it would look better on you. Are you graduating? You stole my flowers since they were a perfect complement for your outfit. What about my wedding? Because your “good side” wasn’t being captured in the photographs, you forced the photographer to capture them again.

It caused her to flinch.

“I never intended to—”

“Quit. ” Every time you sent him a text message, you were aware of it. All of the times that you stole our money. In addition, you were fully aware of what you were doing when you allowed him to touch you. This is not the place to stand and act like a victim.

Her eyes welled up with tears as she cried. The phrase “I don’t want to lose you”

“The moment you made the decision that you would rather be Daniel’s mistress than my friend, you lost me irrevocably.”

“I beg you… There is no one else I can talk to.”

For a split second, I was able to perceive it: genuine dread. It wasn’t simply Daniel that she was losing. There was only one person who had stood up for her for years, and she was losing me.

I responded by opening the door wider and said, “That is not my problem.” “I will miss you, Sophie.”

Despite the fact that she made a thin, shattered sound, she did not oppose it. She stepped out into the fresh night air and stepped outside. Not once did I see her go.

I simply closed the door, well certain that this would be the final chapter of our friendship. Unendingly!