My Best Friend Stole My Wife. Three Years Later, He Called Me Crying

I never imagined I’d be telling this story. Three years ago, my best friend and my wife betrayed me in the worst possible way. They thought I’d disappear. That I’d break and move on. But while they were building their fake happiness, I was watching. Waiting. Planning. Now he’s the one calling me in the middle of the night, crying, begging for help—because she did to him exactly what she did to me. What he doesn’t know is that I’ve been preparing for this moment since the day they broke me. This isn't a story about heartbreak. It's about what happens when the man you betrayed… becomes the man you need. The truth always finds its way back.