It was like the devil had taken my soul to keep. I let the bomb rip through her pretty head. I forgot my vow of secrecy to my husband. I forgot what I was taught, while growing up. Never hurt anyone with words or deeds.
Her face fell. She was shaken beyond words. The guests’ eyes were on me, shocked at my brutal words to her. No one could have imagined the gentle me, capable of such a callous behavior.
Did remorse touch me at the sight of her face? No. I was beyond caring. I was done with her.
With an assumed nonchalant air, I came out of the room, and went to call my husband, so that we could leave.
I had heard her talking to my husband, belittling me behind my back. My husband was laughing and saying, “Is that so?”
I was furious. I thought she was my best friend. With shattered belief I recognized her for what she was. She was a snake behind her wily charms.
That’s why I let on what my husband had told me not to divulge.
Her husband was having an affair with his secretary.