I caught my husband cheating. In my best friend's bed. And the man who’d supposedly been impotent for three years? He was anything but, tangled up with her in a sweaty, writhing mess. I raised my phone, capturing the whole sordid scene from every possible angle. Then, I bundled up the photos and sent them to her husband. With a little note attached: "Looks like your wife's a miracle worker. She can even cure impotence." 1 “Well, honey. You seem to have made a swift recovery.” I leaned against the doorframe, my voice light and breezy. The two figures on the bed froze, turning to stone. My husband, Louis, stared at me as if he’d seen a ghost, his mouth opening and closing but no words coming out. My dear best friend, Jane, was quicker on the uptake, snatching the duvet to cover her naked body. “Susan… We…” “Don’t rush to explain,” I said, pulling out my phone. “Let me get a picture first. This is the first time in our three years of marriage I’ve seen my husband looking so… vigorous.” Louis, jolted back to reality, lunged for my phone. The duvet fell away, and the sight nearly blinded me. “Whoa there, honey, take it easy,” I said, taking a step back. “What’s got you so worked up? It’s not like I haven’t seen it before.” I paused, tapping my chin thoughtfully. “Oh, that’s right. I guess I haven’t seen it. After all, you’ve been saving yourself for my best friend for the past three years.” Jane’s face was crimson. “Susan, listen to me, it’s not what you think.” I smiled sweetly at her. “What’s there to explain? You sacrificed your own body to help cure my husband’s little problem. I should be thanking you.” My smile widened. “Why don’t you two carry on? I’m just going to give your husband, Paul, a call. I’m sure he’d love to see his wife’s spectacular performance.” Jane’s face went bone-white. You see, Jane was married to Louis’s older brother. She was my sister-in-law. And my best friend. What a goddamn tangled web. “You wouldn’t dare!” Louis roared. I arched an eyebrow. “You dared to do it. Why wouldn’t I dare to talk about it?” Just then, Jane scrambled off the bed and threw herself at my feet, clutching my leg. “Susan, please, I’m begging you. Don’t tell Paul. I know I was wrong.” Looking down at the woman I grew up with, now disheveled and sobbing at my feet, I found the whole situation utterly absurd. “Jane, get up,” I said, patting her shoulder. “The floor is cold.” She looked up at me, a flicker of hope in her tear-filled eyes. I continued, my voice dripping with false concern, “You’ll make my husband worry if he sees you like this.” Then, I turned to leave. Louis grabbed my arm. “What are you doing? Are you trying to destroy this family?” My fists clenched, but my smile never wavered. The sheer audacity of that question. “I’m going to the doctor,” I chirped. “I need to get checked out. Find out why my husband can’t perform for me but turns into a stallion for someone else.” Louis’s face was a furious shade of red. “Susan, stop being so damn sarcastic!” “Don’t get so emotional,” I said, holding up my phone. “Want to see the pictures I took? The composition is great, the lighting is perfect. I bet they’d go viral if I posted them.” Jane lunged for the phone, but I sidestepped her easily. “Oh, and I’ll need a caption,” I mused aloud. “How about, ‘Sweet Moments with My Husband and My Best Friend’?” “You—!” Jane trembled with rage. Just then, my phone rang. Speak of the devil. It was Paul. I put him on speaker. “Hello, Paul.” “I’m downstairs. What’s the apartment number?” Paul’s deep voice resonated from the phone. Jane’s eyes widened in terror, and her body began to tremble uncontrollably. Footsteps echoed from the hallway, growing closer. I settled back into a chair, feeling strangely calm as I pulled out my phone and switched it to video record. The door swung open. Paul stepped inside, his face a cold, unreadable mask. His gaze swept the room, lingering for a fraction of a second on the disheveled Jane before landing squarely on his floundering younger brother. “Paul…” Louis breathed, his voice shaking like a leaf in a storm. Paul didn't speak. He just turned to me. “Are you recording?” I was momentarily taken aback, then a small, sly smile touched my lips. I gave a demure nod. “I am.” Jane collapsed onto the floor in a heap, fat tears rolling down her cheeks. “Honey, it’s not what it looks like…” “Shut up.” The two words were spoken so quietly, yet they seemed to suck all the air out of the room. Jane’s throat constricted, and she fell silent. I sat there, watching the drama unfold, a strange sense of detachment washing over me. I was the one who had been betrayed. I should have been the one falling apart. Instead, I felt like an audience member at a particularly trashy play. “Both of you, get dressed,” Paul commanded, his voice like ice. I watched them scramble for their clothes, a hysterical laugh bubbling in my chest. Was this my life, or a scene from a bad soap opera? Once they were decent, Paul grabbed Louis and landed two hard, crackling punches, one after the other, right across his face. He followed it up with a vicious knee strike to Louis’s groin. I watched, grimly satisfied, as Louis crumpled, his face pale and his lips white. He’d pretended to be impotent for years; now, he might just get his wish. My brother-in-law, usually so calm and refined, was terrifying when he was angry. Only when Louis was on the floor did Paul speak again. “How long?” Silence. “I asked you, how long!” he roared, and even I flinched. Jane sobbed. “Th-three years…” Three years. The entire length of my marriage to Louis. So it had all been a lie. From the very beginning. The excuses, the evasions, the so-called health problems—all of it, a complete fabrication. My own voice, laced with bitter irony, cut through the tension. “So, it’s true love, then? You two were together even before we got married?” Louis kept his head down, refusing to look at me. “Look up! Look at us when we’re talking to you!” Paul bellowed. Louis slowly raised his head, his eyes swimming with fear. “Bro… I…” “Don’t call me that,” Paul snarled, his voice raw with fury. “I don’t have a scumbag for a brother.” Louis’s face turned ashen. Jane dropped to her knees again. “Honey, I’m so sorry… I truly know I was wrong…” I couldn’t resist twisting the knife. “Do you know you were wrong, or are you just scared you got caught?” If I hadn’t found out, who knows how long they would have kept playing us for fools. I stood up and faced Paul. “I’ve got all the evidence I need. Let’s go. This place is filthy.” Paul nodded and turned to leave. “Wait! Don’t go!” Louis pleaded, scrambling to his knees. I glanced back, my smile sickeningly sweet. “Why should we stay? To watch an encore performance?” I added, “Besides, isn’t this what you wanted? To be with my sister-in-law? We’re just making it official.” “No! Honey, we can’t get a divorce!” Jane shrieked. Paul was far more successful than Louis, and he’d never been anything but generous with her. The thought of losing that lifestyle was clearly more terrifying than losing his love. It seemed money still trumped passion in her book. “You’re always so busy with work… I was just lonely, I made a mistake! Forgive me this one time, I’ll cut him off completely, I swear!” she pleaded, her face a mess of tears. Paul didn’t even spare her a glance. “Impossible.” 2 “You shameless bitch! Get out here!” The shriek from the front desk echoed through the office first thing in the morning. I was sipping my coffee, and I nearly spit it out when my colleague, Kate, burst in to tell me Jane’s mother was raising hell in the lobby. The plot, it seemed, was thickening with cheap drama. “Susan Miller, you homewrecking fox! You seduce my son-in-law, you destroy my daughter’s family! Have you no shame?” Jane’s mother had a powerful set of lungs, and she was putting on quite the show for the gathering crowd. Kate whispered frantically, “Susan, Jane’s mom is downstairs making a scene, telling everyone you seduced her son-in-law…” I slowly set down my mug. “Oh? Well, I’d better go see this.” I strolled down to the lobby to find her in mid-performance, dabbing at her eyes while loudly recounting my supposed sins. “Everyone, you be the judge! This woman, she was jealous that my daughter married better than her, so she had to stick her nose in, deliberately ruining my daughter’s happy home!” I leaned against the reception desk, a faint smile on my face as I watched the spectacle. The young receptionist saw me and looked immensely relieved. “Mrs. Evans, Ms. Miller is here.” Jane’s mother spun around, and seeing my relaxed demeanor only fueled her rage. “Well, well! Look who dares to show her face!” “Who else would it be?” I arched an eyebrow. “Should I be hiding in a dark room just because someone else did something shameful?” Her face flushed with anger. “Don’t you dare twist the truth! My daughter and her husband were perfectly happy until you came along and destroyed everything!” I cut straight to the point. “I’m sorry, which son-in-law are we talking about? The older one, or the younger one?” She blinked, confused. “What older or younger one?” “Oh, you don’t know?” I feigned surprise. “Let me clear things up for you. Your daughter, Jane, is married to Paul Cole, your older son-in-law. But she’s been sleeping with Louis Cole, your younger son-in-law. So, I’m just a little confused. Which husband’s happiness are we discussing?” A collective gasp went through the crowd of onlookers. The color drained from Mrs. Evans’s face. “You… you’re lying!” I pulled out my phone. “Would you like to see the video? I have a recording of your daughter’s… stellar performance with the younger Mr. Cole.” Panic flashed in her eyes. “You… don’t you dare!” “If you really care about your daughter,” I said, my voice dropping to a serious tone, “you’ll go home and convince her to stop making a fool of herself. The divorce papers have already been filed. What’s the point of coming here to cause a scene?” “My daughter can’t get a divorce!” she insisted. I laughed. “Why not? Are you worried about losing the older son-in-law’s money, or do you just think the younger one isn’t good enough?” She stomped her foot in frustration, but realizing she had lost this battle, she turned and stormed out, defeated. My colleagues stared at me with newfound respect. Kate sidled up to me. “Susan, that was epic!” I just smiled. “Epic? We’re just getting started.” Back in my office, I sent a quick text to Paul. Your former mother-in-law just paid a visit to my office. He replied almost instantly: Do you need me to handle it? No need. Already handled. Good work. I stared at the screen, a wry smile on my face. Life, it turned out, was full of surprises.
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