<html><head></head><body>Dear DJ Chloe,
I don’t even know how to start this without sounding like the villain in my own story. But maybe that’s what I am. I’ve been married for eight years. My wife is kind, loyal, and the type of woman people pray for. She has one best friend...they’ve been inseparable since college. Birthdays, holidays, late-night calls, everything. I’ve always known her as part of our life. Three years ago, something shifted.
It started innocently , at least that’s what I told myself. Conversations when my wife wasn’t around. Jokes that felt a little too comfortable. Lingering looks that lasted a second longer than they should have. The first time it happened, it was after a party. We had both been drinking. My wife had gone to sleep upstairs. Her best friend stayed behind to help clean up. We crossed a line.
Find out what happens next in the letter sender's story on Chloe’s Inbox:
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