Inseparable

Betrayal doesn’t just sting—it burns, it consumes, it shatters everything you thought was real until you’re left with nothing but ruins. I sat in my car, gripping the steering wheel so tightly my knuckles turned white, my breaths coming in shallow gasps. My phone buzzed in my lap, and for a moment, I debated whether to answer.

It was her.

I hesitated before finally picking up, pressing the phone to my ear, my heart pounding.

"Hello?" My voice was barely above a whisper.

Her laugh sent a chill down my spine. It wasn’t the laugh of my best friend, the girl who had once promised me loyalty. No—this laugh was victorious, mocking, dripping with cruelty.

"Oh, babe, I'm so happy you know now. It was so hard keeping it from you," she cooed, her voice light, as if she hadn’t just torn my world apart.

I couldn't speak. My throat was too tight, my hands trembling.

"We are inseparable," she continued, her tone smug. "You can't separate us, not now, not ever."

A sharp pain stabbed through my chest.

"We've made enough money from you and your father. We don’t need you anymore."

I gasped, a sob catching in my throat.

"You stupid thing," she spat. "Did you really think you could take him away from me? He’s been mine for seven years. You were just a means to an end."

I gripped my stomach, feeling like I was about to be sick. My head spun.

"It was all planned, babe," she finished, her voice sweet, dripping with venom. "And now, we’re having a baby."

The line went dead.

A scream built in my chest, but no sound came out. I wanted to throw my phone, to smash something, to wake up from this nightmare. But no matter how much I wished it, this was real.

I had been nothing but a fool.

I stared at my phone, my fingers trembling, my heart barely holding itself together. The message stared back at me like a cruel joke, mocking my existence.

"We’re planning our wedding! We’d love to invite you—it’s going to be grand and bigger than anything you’ve ever dreamed of. I’d like you to be there."

The audacity.

My chest felt tight, my breathing uneven. My best friend—the one I had trusted with my darkest secrets, my most vulnerable moments—was now marrying the man I had loved with every fiber of my being.

The next message came before I could even process the first.

"I guess I’ll even prepare a special chair for you," she teased, adding laughing emojis as if this was some kind of game.

Tears welled in my eyes, but I refused to let them fall. I was too numb to cry, too shattered to feel.

"Thanks for spending so much money on us. It really helped! I love you, girl. Catch you later!"

I dropped my phone like it had burned me. My vision blurred. My stomach twisted in knots, and I felt bile rising in my throat.

This wasn’t just betrayal.

This was annihilation.