I trusted her with everything. My fears, my dreams, my struggles, even the parts of my life I had never spoken out loud. She wasn’t just my best friend; she was my safe space.
Or so I believed. Looking back now, the signs were there, but when trust is deep, suspicion feels like betrayal, so I ignored my instincts.
It started small. People I barely knew would approach me and casually mention things I had only ever shared with her. At first, I thought it was coincidence.
Then it became specific. Details about my finances. My relationship issues. My plans to move cities. Somehow, my private life had become public knowledge. ...CONTINUE READING