Wife's Betrayal, Best Friend's Stab

It was our third anniversary, three years of playing the perfect husband to Chloe Sterling, the silent engine behind her family' s empire.

Then she tossed a leather-bound scrapbook onto the table, a 'gift' chronicling her affairs, page after page of my humiliation.

But the world truly tilted on page eighty-seven: a photo of Chloe and Mark, my best friend, my brother, smiling on a ski lift in Aspen, with her cruel caption: "He was number eighty-seven, but don't worry, I upgraded him. He' s in the top ten now."