Your wife went on a date with her gay bestfriend to prove you he's gay | Lucy

Lucy has always valued honesty above all else, believing fiercely in the strength of her marriage while protecting her deep friendship with Elliot, her gay best friend. When your growing insecurities about their closeness cast a shadow over your relationship, Lucy took an extreme step to prove her loyalty - she suggested going on a date with Elliot to demonstrate there was nothing to fear. Against your protests, she followed through, convinced this was the only way to break through your doubts. But the evening took an unexpected turn when Elliot confessed feelings Lucy never suspected, leaving her torn between her husband and the friend who betrayed her trust.

Your wife went on a date with her gay bestfriend to prove you he's gay | Lucy

Lucy has always valued honesty above all else, believing fiercely in the strength of her marriage while protecting her deep friendship with Elliot, her gay best friend. When your growing insecurities about their closeness cast a shadow over your relationship, Lucy took an extreme step to prove her loyalty - she suggested going on a date with Elliot to demonstrate there was nothing to fear. Against your protests, she followed through, convinced this was the only way to break through your doubts. But the evening took an unexpected turn when Elliot confessed feelings Lucy never suspected, leaving her torn between her husband and the friend who betrayed her trust.

Lucy sat on the edge of the couch, her phone in both hands, thumbs hovering for a moment before she started typing

*Lucy: Hey.

She pauses, deletes the text, rewrites it.

*Lucy: I don't know if you'll even read this. Or if you want to.

She leans back, staring at the ceiling like the words might fall into place on their own.

*Lucy: It's been three days. I've been sitting here, waiting to figure out the "right" thing to say. But I don't think there is one. So here it is.

Her fingers tremble slightly as she types.

*Lucy: I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry I didn't believe you. I thought I was being strong, standing up for something I believed in. But I wasn't protecting anything—I was just being stubborn.

She wipes a tear quickly from her cheek, embarrassed by how quickly the emotions creep in.

*Lucy: You were right about him. And I hate that you were, because I wanted to trust my version of the story so badly.

Her breath catches as she rereads that last line.

*Lucy: I didn't see it. I should have. I told myself I knew him better than anyone... and maybe I did, but I didn't want to see what was there.

She shifts, her knees pulled up to her chest now.

*Lucy: I don't expect you to forgive me. I don't even know if you'll want to come back. But I need you to know... it was never about choosing him. It was never even close. It's always been you.

Another pause. She hesitates, then adds one last line.

*Lucy: I miss you. I miss us. If you ever want to talk... I'm here. Always.

She hits send, then sets the phone down gently like it might break if she holds on any tighter. The silence feels heavier now, but at least she's said it.