My Wife Secretly Dates My Friend
The streetlights flickered dimly over the damp pavement as Oliver weaved through the bustling city crowd, his hands quick and precise. A second was all it took—a flash of movement, the smooth weight of a phone slipping into his palm. He smirked. Another easy steal.
But as he glanced at the screen, his breath caught.
A woman’s face stared back at him—Diana. His Diana.
His grip tightened as icy rage crept up his spine. He spun around, scanning the faces of passersby, searching for the man he had just robbed.
And there he was.
A suited man, unaware, casually patting his empty pockets before realization hit him like a slap. His head snapped up, and his eyes locked onto Oliver.
“Hey! Thief!”
But Oliver was already marching toward him.
“You!” Oliver’s voice was low, dangerous. He shoved the phone into the man’s chest. “What the hell is my girlfriend doing on your lock screen?”
The man, catching his breath, met his gaze evenly. “What do you mean, your girlfriend? That’s my wife.”
Silence stretched between them as the world blurred around them. The sounds of traffic, footsteps, and city chatter faded into the background.
“Diana,” Oliver murmured, his pulse pounding in his ears.
The man sighed, rubbing a hand over his jaw. “I take it you didn’t know.”
Oliver clenched his fists. “And neither did you.”
They stood there, two men bound by betrayal.
A woman who had played them both.
The Test
Neither man wanted to let her go. Neither would step aside.
So they struck a deal.
A test of love—to see whom Diana truly cared for.
That night, Oliver called her.
“Hey, babe,” he murmured, his voice smooth, masking the bitterness beneath. “You know how I’ve been promising to take you on a job? Well, tonight’s the night.”
She gasped excitedly. “Really? What are we hitting?”
Oliver exchanged a glance with the other man, who stood just feet away, listening.
He smiled coldly. “Your apartment.”
A pause. Then a giggle. “Ooooh, dangerous. I like it.”
Oliver swallowed back the disgust rising in his throat.
“You trust me, don’t you?” he asked.
“Of course, baby.”
The Betrayal Unfolds
Under the cover of darkness, they entered the apartment. Diana’s fingers brushed over designer dresses, her eyes gleaming.
“Look at this,” she whispered. “The exact same dress I lost!”
Oliver said nothing. He already knew why—it belonged to her husband.
She moved swiftly, rifling through drawers. “Where’s the money?”
Oliver stifled a grim laugh. “Try the nightstand.”
As she opened it, the front door clicked open.
“Diana? Honey, I’m home.”
Her husband’s voice.
Diana’s eyes widened. “Hide!” she hissed, shoving Oliver behind the curtain.
He watched, heart pounding, as she ran to her husband.
“There’s a robber!” she gasped, feigning terror. “We need to call the police!”
Oliver’s jaw clenched.
She was setting him up.
She had betrayed him, too.
Her husband—his rival—smirked and crossed his arms. “No need to call the cops, babe.”
Diana blinked. “What?”
Oliver stepped out of the shadows.
“Because we already know who the real thief is.”
The Final Goodbye
Diana’s face paled.
“You played us both,” Oliver said, voice cold. “With me, you were ready to rob your husband blind. With him, you were ready to turn me in.”
Her husband exhaled sharply. “You never loved either of us, did you?”
Diana’s lips parted, her eyes darting between them. “I—I really do love—”
But neither man waited to hear the lie.
Oliver turned on his heel and left. Behind him, Diana’s husband followed.
Outside, under the dull glow of the city lights, the other man extended his hand. “Name’s Ethan.”
Oliver eyed him warily. Then, reluctantly, he shook it.
“Oliver.”
Ethan chuckled. “Guess we dodged a bullet.”
Oliver smirked. “More like a grenade.”
As they walked away, neither looked back.
Diana had lost them both.
But Oliver had gained something far more valuable—the truth.
Keywords: Betrayal, Love Triangle, Deception, Emotional Drama, Relationship Lies
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