The day I was discharged from the hospital, Clover called me. She mentioned that something urgent had come up at work, so she wouldn’t be able to help me move. I didn’t dwell on it and told her to concentrate on what she needed to handle. After all, my belongings were already settled in the apartment I’d bought during college, right in the heart of the city.

That evening, after finishing all my tasks, I relaxed on the sofa and called Clover. I intended to invite her over to my new place to thank her for the care and concern she had shown me these past few days and to give her a gift — possibly to share the truth about my family’s real situation.

The phone rang several times before she answered, and her voice sounded a bit breathless.

“Clover, is everything alright?” I asked, feeling slightly concerned.

She paused before telling me she was working overtime at the office and was quite busy. Not wanting to bother her, I ended the call quickly.

Right then, a notification from the home security camera popped up on my phone. Juliet, Miles’ mother, had been adamant about installing the cameras, concerned about my safety living alone. That decision had sparked a big argument between Miles and me, which I eventually gave in to. However, Juliet began using the cameras to scrutinize my every move, so in frustration, I revoked her access and linked the cameras directly to my phone.

Having decided to cut ties with Miles, I accessed the app to disconnect the cameras. But the scene unfolding on the screen left me in shock.

In that moment, an overwhelming wave hit me.

Through the camera, I could clearly see Miles walking brazenly into our home with another woman in his arms. From the moment they entered, they never stopped kissing. They moved quickly, leaving a trail of chaos as they headed to the sofa, completely absorbed in each other and utterly disrespectful.

I could hardly believe my eyes.

The woman was Clover, my supposed best friend, with whom I had just spoken on the phone.

I collapsed onto the couch, overwhelmed by a flood of tears. It wasn't the divorce that shattered my heart, but the harsh truth cutting through me like a dull knife, inch by inch.

I was left in complete disarray, feeling like life had dealt me an unbearable blow.

In a way, Clover nudged me down the path to divorce with Miles. That day, Miles needed his driver's license, so I went to the car to find it for him. As I rummaged through the glove compartment, I noticed faint fingerprints smudged across the passenger-side mirror and door handle—traces of sunscreen and foundation, clear as day.

I hadn't been in Miles's car for days, yet the fingerprints were fresh and impossible to miss. My first instinct was to check the dashcam footage, only to discover it had been completely erased. Suddenly, a chilling realization gripped me.

The thought of Miles's infidelity took root in my mind, planting seeds of suspicion. Sitting in the parking garage, hands trembling, I dialed Clover's number. Clover worked with Miles; they were colleagues. When she first applied to Miles's company, Miles jokingly suggested I must have sent her to spy on him to ease my mind. He had even helped her get the job.

I trusted that if Miles was up to anything sketchy, Clover would notice right away. I remember that phone call vividly. Clover hesitated before finally speaking with determination.

"There are a few new graduate trainees at the company," she said. "One girl seems to be getting pretty close to Miles."

I pressed my fingers to my temple and shared my discovery with Clover. She gasped in surprise. From that point on, Clover began updating me almost daily on Miles's activities.

Eventually, Miles figured out I was keeping tabs on him. We erupted into a fierce argument, unlike any we had before.

Confiding in Clover, she was indignant on my behalf. She detailed my grievances and hinted that once a cheater, always a cheater. The fallout from our argument caused my relationship with Miles to grow more distant. Clover urged me to consider divorce, to cut my losses.

I thought I was simply dealing with a rotten husband, but it turned out I was betrayed by both my best friend and my husband. In the end, logic won over emotion.

I saved the video evidence of Miles's betrayal and made a phone call. "Let's schedule an online meeting for tomorrow; it's time to clean house at the company."