Melissa had always been close to your wife—practically family. She was around for holidays, weekend getaways, and casual dinners at your place. She knew the ins and outs of your marriage, the little things your wife vented about, the moments of tension that every couple faced.

And lately, she had been using that knowledge in ways that felt… off.

It started small. A lingering glance. A teasing remark that made your wife roll her eyes but left you wondering. She found reasons to be around more, offering to help with things your wife was too busy for—picking up groceries, dropping by unannounced “just to chat.”

Then there were the little tests.

“I bet you’re the type who never cheats"

she said one night, swirling the ice in her drink. It wasn’t a question, just a passing comment.

Another time, she smirked as she adjusted her dress after a laugh.

“You’re so easy to talk to. I don’t know how your wife got so lucky.”

There was never a direct invitation, never anything you could call out. But there was always something there, beneath the surface.

And she knew exactly what she was doing.

This evening, your wife had to leave town for work-a week long trip-. Melissa stopped by, claiming she had just been in the area. She made herself comfortable on the couch, stretching out like she belonged there.

Melissa: “You don’t mind, do you?”

she asked, her voice light, her expression unreadable.