My best friend suggested I use a burner account to test my fiancé. So I did. I created a fake profile and gave her the username, telling her it was his. The second she added it, she went to work. One minute she was trashing me, telling my "fiancé" I had a train of men behind me and was damaged goods. The next, she was spamming the account with her own pictures—low-cut tops, long legs, ass pushed out. "Hey stranger ;) Up for something fun?" "I'm a good girl. I do what I'm told." I typed back: "I don't believe you. Unless…" The next day, at the company's all-hands meeting, my best friend was hauled out on a stretcher by paramedics, convulsing from a foreign object vibrating inside her. 1 The moment Liam asked me to marry him, something shifted in my best friend, Mia. A subtle cloud passed over her face. Was she worried I was going to get hurt? It didn't make sense. Liam was the entire package: tall, handsome, smart, from a good family. He was completely devoted to me. You couldn't find a flaw on the man if you hired a private investigator. Maybe she was just afraid she'd see less of me after the wedding. I tried to soothe her fears. "I know Liam loves to travel, but don't worry. I'll bring you back a souvenir from every single place we go." That only seemed to make it worse. No amount of cajoling worked. I was getting frustrated. "Mia, what is going on with you?" I finally asked. She's been my best friend since elementary school. We're practically sisters. She's been there for every major moment of my life, and I couldn't stand the thought of her holding some secret resentment about my marriage, about Liam. Mia picked at a loose thread on her sleeve. "Chloe," she started, her voice hesitant. "I'm just… I'm worried about Liam. Don't you think getting engaged was a little… impulsive?" A cold knot formed in my stomach. Did she know something? Had Liam done something? Seeing the alarm on my face, she quickly backpedaled. "No, no, it's just a healthy suspicion! Think about it. What man doesn't have a wandering eye? Especially a guy like Liam. He's got everything going for him, women are constantly throwing themselves at him. Why would he be so completely fixated on you? You're great, but… you know." I narrowed my eyes. "What does that mean? Are you saying I'm not good enough for my own fiancé?" "Of course not!" she said, a little too quickly. "I just mean that marriage is forever. You should be absolutely, one-hundred-percent sure about his character before you commit. What if he shows his true colors after you're married? Cheating, abuse… Your whole life could be ruined." I hesitated. "So what are you suggesting I do?" Her eyes lit up. She grabbed my hand, her grip surprisingly tight. "Give me his number. I'll make a new account, add him, and test him. If he can resist the temptation, then we'll know he's a good guy. Then I'll feel okay giving you away." Something about it felt wrong immediately. It was a blatant show of distrust, and it just wasn't my style. But Mia was relentless. Finally, to shut her up, I told her I'd think about it. When I got home, my mind was racing. I decided to do what I should have done from the start: tell Liam. We were supposed to be partners. Honesty was everything. Better to air this out now than to play stupid games. If there was a real problem, we'd deal with it. I explained the situation, bracing myself for his anger. Instead, he just laughed. It was a full, genuine laugh that echoed in our apartment. He pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair. "Are you sure she's your best friend and not some enemy spy trying to sabotage us?" he chuckled. "That's a new level of shady. The girl is practically radiating desperation." I bristled, pushing away from him. "Don't talk about her like that. We've been friends for over a decade. We're not going to let a man come between us." Liam's smile faded. He looked like he wanted to say more, but he held his tongue. Instead, he offered a different solution. "Okay, how about this? You create a burner account. Give her that username and tell her it's me. Then you can chat with her yourself." He smirked. "Let's see how she plans on 'testing' me." Just then, my phone buzzed. A message from Mia, pestering me for his contact info. A slow grin spread across my face. Perfect. I created a new profile in seconds and sent the username to Mia. Almost instantly, a friend request popped up on the burner. The first message followed. "Hey there, handsome. ;)" I thought for a moment, trying to channel Liam's direct, no-nonsense tone. "Who is this?" Her reply was instantaneous. "Who I am isn't important. What's important is that your girlfriend is playing you for a fool, sleeping around behind your back while you get ready to wife her up." My breath caught in my throat. I stared at the screen, the words blurring. This was her test? To slander me? I took a few deep breaths, forcing my trembling hands to steady as I typed. "What are you talking about? What about my girlfriend?" A sympathetic hug emoji appeared. "You've been lied to. She puts on this innocent act, but in college, she was legendary. Juggled multiple guys at once. Her reputation was garbage." "For a thrill, she used to hook up with the foreign exchange students. Tons of people saw her going back to their dorms with two or three of them at a time." "She even had some nasty STD for a while. Had to get treated for… you know… growths down there. It was disgusting." "I know you two are about to get married, and I just can't stand by and watch a good, decent guy like you get conned by a woman like her." She followed it up with a string of kissy-face emojis. This was my best friend. My sister. Smearing my name, fabricating the most vicious lies, all under the guise of helping me. White-hot rage flooded my veins. I forced myself to stay calm, to play the part. "Do you have any proof of this? Or are you just making shit up?" "I have pictures from college. And screenshots of her texts. You want to see them?" How was that possible? Before I could even ask, my phone buzzed with a flood of incoming files. I opened them, my stomach churning. And there they were. They were real. But they were twisted. Screenshots of conversations, edited and spliced together to look incriminating. Messages sent from accounts with my profile picture, saying things I would never say. The photos were from my study abroad program—group pictures with other students from around the world. But the way Mia had packaged it, combined with the specificity of her lies—the dates, the places—it was terrifyingly convincing. If she sent this to anyone else, they would believe it. The "evidence" was right there. The anger peaked and then collapsed into a profound, hollow sadness. I was the fool. I'd been so good to her. The first person I called with any good news. The person I defended unconditionally, no matter what. Why? Why would she do this to me? A second later, I had my answer. After giving "Liam" a few minutes to process the shock, she sent another message. "I know you and your girlfriend. I know all the things she tries to hide. I can only imagine how you're feeling right now." "A woman like that doesn't deserve you. You give her everything, and she throws it in your face." Then, the pivot. "You should look at me instead. I've been watching you for a while. I feel for you." "If I had an amazing boyfriend like you, I would never, ever cheat. I'd cherish you." I actually laughed out loud, a bitter, sharp sound. So that was it. Liam was right. She was trying to steal him. To seal the deal, she sent a volley of photos. No face, just body parts. A shot looking down her low-cut shirt. A picture of her legs, crossed just so. Her bending over in a pair of tiny shorts. The caption read: "I know you're hurting. Let me help you forget about that bitch. Come out and play." Liam saw the look on my face, the raggedness of my breathing. He gently took the phone from my hands. "Don't let her get to you," he said softly, then raised his hand as if taking an oath. "I swear, Chloe. I would never be interested in a two-faced snake like Mia. You're the only one I love." "See her for who she is, and then we cut her out of our lives. We never have to deal with her again." A twisted smile touched my lips. I took the phone back. "Oh, no," I said, my voice dangerously calm. "I can't let her get away with this. She took her shot. Now it's my turn." I typed a reply. "Who are you? Why should I believe a total stranger?" She responded instantly. "You'll know when we meet. I promise, it'll be a pleasant surprise." For the next few days, I played the part of a heartbroken, confused Liam. I'd text Mia sporadically, never agreeing to break up with myself, just keeping her on the hook. She was getting impatient. Her messages grew bolder. "Hey stranger. You up for some fun?" "I'm a good girl. I do what I'm told. ;)" "Don't worry, I can keep a secret. I'll be your perfect little dirty secret. Your girlfriend will never have to know." At the same time, she was probing me in person, asking how things were with Liam. I put on my best performance, letting my shoulders slump, my voice laced with sadness. "I don't know what's wrong with him," I'd sigh. "He's been so distant lately." "It's like he's upset about something, but he won't tell me what. He's always hiding his phone, texting someone in secret." Then I'd look at her, my eyes wide with fake worry. "You tested him, right? You didn't find anything weird, did you?" I watched her face closely. A flicker of panic in her eyes, quickly masked by a triumphant smirk. She covered her mouth with her hand, feigning a giggle. "Nope, everything was totally normal! Liam was a perfect gentleman. You shouldn't be so suspicious. Maybe he's just stressed about work. Give him some space." That night, Mia escalated her attack. She sent a new batch of photos, these ones practically pornographic, the text messages a desperate, vulgar plea. Fighting back a wave of nausea, I saved every screenshot. Then I replied. "We've been talking for a while now. I need to see some real commitment from you. How do I know I can trust you?" She saw her opening. "How can I prove it to you?" she asked eagerly. A cold, sharp smile spread across my face. I licked my lips. "Honestly? I like a girl who's uninhibited. More fun to play with." "My girlfriend looks innocent, but she's secretly a freak. I'm kind of sick of it. It feels… dirty." "You get it, right? I want a girl who's only wild for me. A girl who's up for anything." She assured me she was that girl. So much more adventurous than me. And clean, of course. No messy history. So, I gave her the first task. "So you're that desperate for a man, huh, you little slut?" "Good. Send me your address. I'm mailing you a package. Do exactly what I tell you to." "You pull this off, and I'll agree to meet you."
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