My best friend, Mia, had never fully liked my husband, Aaron. She warned me — gently, but firmly — that something about him didn’t sit right with her. I brushed it off. Aaron had always been steady and supportive with me, and I couldn’t understand her concern. Still, her words lingered in the back of my mind.
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Then, just weeks after our wedding, Mia disappeared. No message, no goodbye — nothing.
I was devastated. Losing a best friend felt like losing a part of myself. As I cried, Aaron held me and told me gently that sometimes friendships simply drift apart. I tried to believe him, even though the silence felt wrong.
Three years passed. Life became calm, predictable… almost too predictable. I rarely let myself wonder why Mia had vanished so abruptly.
Then, one morning, she knocked on my door.
I froze. She looked different — older, tired — and her eyes carried something between fear and relief. She asked if we could speak privately. My heart pounded as we sat down together.
Mia told me she had left to work on herself and break away from toxic patterns. And then she said something that made my blood run cold: she hadn’t abandoned me… she had been trying to protect me.
