I STOLE MY BEST FRIEND’S BOYFRIEND AT GABRIELLA’S 21ST BIRTHDAY PARTY IN THE HOTEL SUITE
As I spun around to face my so-called friend, the champagne glass shattered on the marble floor. “You’re a real friend, aren’t you?” she spat, her voice trembling with rage. My heart sank as I gazed into her eyes, the hurt and anger piercing through me like a dagger. The scent of spilled champagne and the faint hint of her perfume wafted up, choking me. The cool breeze from the air conditioning danced across my skin, sending shivers down my spine as I stood frozen, unable to speak. My eyes locked onto hers, and I felt the weight of my betrayal crushing me. The sound of the hotel suite door bursting open was followed by the voice of her boyfriend, my secret lover, calling out her name.
The ground beneath me seemed to give way as I realized I was about to be caught.
Now they’re standing right behind me, and I can hear him whispering my name.
👇 Full story continued in the comments…My blood ran cold as his voice, the one that had whispered secrets and affections to me just hours before, echoed in the stunned silence of the suite. He was here. And he knew. Or he was about to. I couldn’t turn around, rooted to the spot by a mixture of guilt, fear, and a perverse kind of inevitability. My friend, let’s call her Sarah, let out a choked sob, the sound tearing through the air like fabric.
“What… what are you doing here?” she stammered, her voice cracking.
“Sarah? What’s going on?” his voice was closer now, right behind me. I could practically feel his breath on my neck. The air thickened with unspoken accusations. I finally forced myself to pivot, my eyes meeting his – a mixture of confusion, panic, and a dawning horror replacing the tenderness I had just seen there.
He looked between me and Sarah, his gaze lingering on the shattered glass and the raw pain etched on her face. “What did you do, Chloe?” he asked, his voice low, devoid of the warmth it usually held for me.
Sarah didn’t wait for me to answer. “She… she slept with him, Mark! My best friend! On my birthday!” Her voice rose to a hysterical pitch, tears streaming down her face. The accusation hung in the air, heavy and suffocating.
Mark paled, looking from Sarah to me, his eyes searching my face for a denial I couldn’t give. The truth was undeniable, written on my face and in the wreckage around us. He ran a hand through his hair, a gesture of disbelief.
“Sarah, wait, let me explain,” he started, but she cut him off, her voice laced with pure venom.
“Explain what, Mark? Explain how you could do this? With *her*? Get out. Both of you. Get out of my party. Get out of my life.” She pointed a trembling finger towards the door, her chest heaving.
The words were a final, brutal blow. Mark looked devastated, his eyes meeting mine for a fleeting moment – a look that held regret, shame, and a confusing flicker of something else I couldn’t decipher in the chaos. He didn’t argue. He just nodded, his shoulders slumping, and turned towards the door.
I stood there for another moment, the weight of Sarah’s heartbroken gaze pressing down on me, before turning and following him out of the suite, leaving behind the shattered glass, the ruined party, and a friendship irrevocably broken. The elevator ride down was silent, filled only with the echoing silence of our betrayal and the certain knowledge that nothing would ever be the same. We had stolen a moment, but lost everything else.