You ever get that gut feeling that something just isn’t right?
Yeah. That was me last Thursday.

So my best friend, Liora, tells me she’s sick. Like, “curled up in bed, tissues everywhere” sick.
Naturally, I’m like, “Girl, don’t even worry, I’ll drop off some soup.”

She immediately texts back, “No!!”
All dramatic.
Said she didn’t want me to catch whatever plague she had.

At first, I brushed it off… until later that night, when I randomly opened up my BeReal.
Guess whose post popped up at the very top?
Liora.
All dolled up. At some rooftop party downtown. Laughing with people I didn’t even recognize.

I just stared at my phone, feeling like someone had slapped me across the face.
And it wasn’t just that she lied… it was who she was with.
I spotted a familiar jacket in the background.
Cassian’s jacket.
My ex.

The one Liora swore she hated. The one she helped me cry over.

I haven’t confronted her yet.
I keep replaying it in my head, trying to make it make sense.
Maybe there’s a good explanation…
Or maybe I’m about to find out the truth I’m not ready for.”

The next morning, I woke up exhausted. My brain had been running laps all night, trying to piece together what I saw. Was it possible I misinterpreted everything? Maybe the jacket wasn’t Cassian’s after all—or maybe he just happened to be there by coincidence. But no matter how hard I tried to rationalize it, the image of Liora laughing with him burned into my mind.

I decided I needed answers, but I couldn’t bring myself to text her directly. Instead, I called our mutual friend, Samira, under the pretense of catching up. “Hey,” I said casually when she picked up. “Have you heard from Liora lately? She told me she was sick or something.”

Samira hesitated on the other end. “Oh… um, yeah, I think she mentioned something about not feeling well. Why?”

“Just checking,” I replied quickly, forcing a laugh. “You know me—always the mom friend.”

But Samira didn’t laugh back. There was an awkward silence before she added, “Actually, now that you mention it, I did see her out last night. She looked fine, though. Weird, huh?”

My stomach dropped. So I wasn’t imagining things. Everyone else seemed to know where Liora really was except me.

By noon, I couldn’t take it anymore. I marched over to Liora’s apartment, rehearsing what I’d say along the way. When she opened the door, still in pajamas and looking genuinely surprised to see me, I almost lost my nerve. Almost.

“Hey,” she said softly, stepping aside to let me in. “What’s up?”

I took a deep breath. “Why did you lie to me?”

Her face went pale. “What are you talking about?”

“Don’t play dumb, Liora. You told me you were sick, but then I saw your BeReal last night. You weren’t home—you were at some party. With him.” The words came out sharper than I intended, and I watched as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

“I can explain,” she said quietly, sinking onto her couch. For a moment, she just stared at her hands, twisting them nervously. Finally, she looked up at me. “Okay, so yeah, I wasn’t sick. But please, just hear me out before you hate me forever.”

Against my better judgment, I sat down across from her. “Fine. Explain.”

She sighed heavily. “Remember how upset you were after everything with Cassian? How you kept saying you felt like you couldn’t trust anyone—not even yourself? Well, I wanted to help you move on. I thought if I could talk to him, figure out why he treated you the way he did… maybe it would give you closure.”

My jaw dropped. “Wait—you’ve been talking to Cassian? Behind my back?”

“It started off innocent!” she insisted. “He reached out to me weeks ago, asking how you were doing. At first, I ignored him, but then I realized this might actually be a chance to understand what went wrong between you two. Last night, he invited me to this party, and I thought it’d be the perfect opportunity to finally ask him straight-up why he ghosted you.”

I blinked at her, stunned. This wasn’t at all what I expected. “And? Did you get any answers?”

She nodded slowly. “Yeah. Turns out, he never stopped caring about you. He said he ended things because his family was pressuring him to focus on his career, and he panicked. He thought pushing you away would be easier than dragging you through all the chaos.”

I felt like the wind had been knocked out of me. All this time, I’d convinced myself that Cassian had moved on without a second thought. Hearing that he regretted hurting me threw everything I thought I knew into question.

“But why didn’t you tell me any of this?” I asked, my voice trembling. “You should’ve come to me instead of sneaking around!”

“I know,” she admitted, tears welling up in her eyes. “I messed up. I wanted to protect you, but I ended up betraying your trust instead. I’m so sorry.”

We sat in silence for a while, both of us processing everything. Part of me wanted to stay mad at her—to hold onto the anger because it felt safer than facing the truth. But another part of me knew she only acted out of love, even if her methods were misguided.

Eventually, I broke the quiet. “Do you think he meant it? About wanting to fix things?”

Liora hesitated. “Honestly? I think he does. But whether or not you decide to give him another shot is entirely up to you. Just promise me one thing: If you do talk to him, don’t rush into anything. Take your time to figure out what you really want.”

I nodded, grateful for her honesty—even if it came too late. “Thanks for telling me the truth. And… I forgive you. But we’re gonna need to work on rebuilding that trust.”

She smiled weakly. “Deal.”

A few days later, I found myself sitting across from Cassian at a coffee shop. Seeing him again was surreal; my heart raced the entire time, unsure whether I should feel excited or guarded. We spent hours talking, unraveling the tangled mess of emotions that had driven us apart. By the end of it, I realized something important: While I appreciated his apology, I wasn’t ready to jump back into anything romantic. Not yet, anyway.

When I told him as much, he nodded understandingly. “I respect that,” he said sincerely. “I just hope someday you’ll believe me when I say I never stopped caring about you.”

As I walked home that evening, I couldn’t help but reflect on everything that had happened. Betrayal, forgiveness, second chances—it was all part of life’s messy journey. What mattered most was learning from those experiences and growing stronger because of them.

In the weeks that followed, Liora and I worked hard to repair our friendship. It wasn’t easy, but we tackled it together, one honest conversation at a time. And while I hadn’t completely forgiven Cassian for leaving me in the first place, I appreciated the clarity his apology brought me.

Looking back, I realized the biggest lesson wasn’t about trusting others—it was about trusting myself. Trusting that I deserved honesty, respect, and kindness. Trusting that I had the strength to navigate whatever challenges came my way.

If you’ve ever felt betrayed by someone close to you, remember this: People make mistakes, but growth happens when we choose to learn from them. Whether it’s mending a broken relationship or walking away for good, honor your feelings and prioritize your peace.

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