I thought I knew my best friend, Jake, after sharing countless experiences together. So when wedding invitations arrived, I expected nothing unusual. But when I opened mine and saw only my name, my stomach dropped. Confused, I texted Jake, who ominously replied, “Not a mistake. We need to talk.”
At a bar that night, I learned that Jake was selling the house to cover his debts. Clare, his fiancée, smugly explained that Emily wasn’t invited because of Lisa, a woman obsessed with me.
They wanted to avoid drama at the wedding, prioritizing Lisa’s feelings over ours. Furious, I refused to pretend to be single and declared I was done with the friendship.
The next morning, I shared the story with Emily, and we laughed at the absurdity. Karma struck at the wedding, resulting in chaos and police involvement. Meanwhile, I was at home, peaceful with Emily, and I didn’t regret a thing.
