My Husband's "Just A Friend"

Synopsis

The wedding champagne was still fresh when my best friend sent me the video. There was my new husband, doing shots with his "just-a-friend," their arms intertwined like lovers. By 3 a.m., I watched him collapse onto our rose-petal-covered bed, with her drunkenly wrapped around him. The beaming wedding portraits on the wall now looked like cruel mockery. And when I found her designer shampoo in our shower for the third time, I laughed—sharp as broken glass.