insisting Megan was like family and always would be. But no matter how they spun it, I sensed something was deeply wrong.
Everything unraveled the night I went through Jack’s phone while he was in the shower. What I found confirmed my worst fears: months of flirtatious, intimate messages between him and Megan. My heart sank—she wasn’t just his friend. She was his mistress. But instead of confronting him immediately, I chose to wait for the right moment to expose them. That moment came two months later at a family BBQ—one of many events where Megan acted like she belonged.
