I never thought a simple favor would change everything. When my best friend Marie asked to borrow my car for the weekend, I didn’t hesitate. She said she was heading upstate to see old friends, and I trusted her completely.
We’d been close for years—shared everything. Or so I thought.
Sunday evening, she returned the car with a hug and a smile. “Thanks again,” she said. “I’ll catch up with you soon.”
But when I slid into the driver’s seat, I noticed a crumpled receipt on the passenger side. Curious, I smoothed it out—and my heart sank.
It was from a romantic restaurant in town. Saturday night. For two people.
The problem? Her boyfriend Jason was out of town all weekend.
At first, I tried to rationalize. Maybe it was old. Maybe she went with a friend. But deep down, I knew better.
I called her the next day. “Marie, I found a receipt in the car. From Saturday night. That fancy restaurant.”
Silence. Then her voice, quiet and uncertain: “Emma, I… I wasn’t sure how to tell you.”
“Marie, who were you with? Jason was out of town.”
She hesitated—then finally confessed. “His name is Adam. I’ve been seeing him. I didn’t mean for it to happen. I’ve just been so torn.”
I was stunned. Not just by the betrayal of Jason—but by her lying to me too.
“You could’ve told me. You didn’t have to drag me into it.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I’m sorry.”
But sorry didn’t fix what was broken.
Trust once lost doesn’t come back easily—especially between best friends.