Best Friend's Partner

When my marriage cracked, I expected to lean on my oldest friend. I never imagined she was the one holding the knife the whole time.

Eight months pregnant, I practically pushed him out the door for a guys' weekend. Then his best friend called, and the line went dead the second I told him where my husband was.

I knew for three weeks before the dinner party. I poured the wine. I plated the lamb. I let everyone get comfortable. Then I set my fork down.

A midnight walk down an empty country road. A car sunk to its axles in the mud. He went to help. He should have kept walking.

She wanted him to be the soft place she landed when her relationship finally collapsed. He had other plans for the night she pushed too far.