When my husband grew distant during my pregnancy, I turned to my best friend, Anna, for comfort. She told me I was overthinking it. I wasn’t.After losing the baby, my husband left with no emotion, just the cold line: “I’m not happy anymore.” Soon after,

Anna disappeared from my life. Blocked me. Ghosted me.Then I saw them—together. Smiling. On Instagram. The betrayal was real.But I didn’t fall apart. I used the affair in the divorce, walked away with the house and half of everything. I rebuilt my life. And a year later,I found love again—real love—with Daniel. We had a daughter, and I finally felt whole.Three years later, I ran into Michael and Anna at a gas station. Their car was broken down, the card declined,

the baby crying. They were arguing, tired, bitter, and broke.And then I heard Anna say it:“I think Helena got the better end of the deal.”She was right.

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