The next evening, someone knocked on my door.
When I opened it, my heart nearly stopped.
Amara.
She looked terrible.
Eyes swollen.
Face pale.
"I need to talk to you," she whispered.
My anger exploded instantly.
"You've said enough already."
But she grabbed my arm.
"Please. Your life is in danger."
I froze.
Danger?
Before I could speak, she rushed inside and locked the door.
"They're planning something," she said.
"They?"
"Daniel and your sister."
My chest tightened.
So she knew.
"How long have you been lying to me?" I asked coldly.
Tears filled her eyes.
"I wasn't lying."
I laughed bitterly.
"I saw you holding his hand."
Her face fell.
"That wasn't what you think."
Then she said something I never expected.
"I've been pretending to be close to him… to protect you."
Silence filled the room.
Because either she was telling the truth—
Or she was the best liar in the world.
Should I believe the best friend who betrayed me… or the husband who married me?