
Chapter 1 of I Caught My Wife With Her 'Best Friend' , So I Filed for Divorce on the Spot
In three years of marriage, I had never once seen Sonia Henson on the first of the month.
No matter what was happening that day, she would head out like clockwork, claiming she was going to the movies with her best friend.
Because Sonia had told me it was a promise she and her closest girlfriend had made since childhood.
On the first of every month, they had to catch a new release. Years of habit, impossible to break.
And even married couples should give each other space.
I believed her.
For three full years, thirty-six months, I sat in an empty house and waited for her until late into the night. Never once did I disturb her.
Until this month's first, when I was organizing a drawer at home and found a stack of movie ticket stubs.
Not a single one was from a regular theater. Every last receipt came from the same private theater.
Every date fell on the first of the month.
When I saw the familiar signature on the receipts, it finally clicked. She hadn't been watching movies with a girlfriend.
She'd been going with Lucas Harding, the so-called "male best friend" who loved getting under my skin.
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Sonia came home at midnight.
The dishes on the table had long gone cold. I sat at the dining table without having touched a bite.
She smiled as she changed her shoes, same as always, and walked into the living room.
"Didn't I tell you not to wait up? Why haven't you eaten yet?"
A trace of laughter still lingered at the corners of her eyes.
"The movie tonight was so good. Next time we should go together."
She came over and looped her arm through mine, her tone as breezy as if she'd just popped out for a stroll.
I looked at the flush on her cheeks and suddenly realized that every single time she came home, her face glowed like that, both cheeks tinged pink.
And there was always a faint trace of men's cologne on her.
Back then, I'd chalked it up to a good time with her friend, to the mixed smells of a crowded theater.
Now I finally understood.
That glow and that scent came from a man.
"Sure!" I said.
"How about we go on the first next month?"
Sonia froze. Her eyes narrowed with suspicion as she studied me, then she draped herself over my arm with a pout.
"Honey, we have thirty days in a month. We can go any day. Why does it have to be the first?"
"That's the day I have set with my friend. If you tag along, it'll just be awkward."
I watched every shift in her expression, pressing the point.
"Can't you make an exception? Just once?"
Sonia's face went blank for a split second. A flicker of guilt crossed her features before she puffed out her cheeks in mock anger.
"What's gotten into you today? You've always been so supportive before."
"I told you, it's a girls' hangout. You're a grown man tagging along. What's my friend going to think? You want her saying I lost all my freedom the second I got married?"
Watching her rattle off those well-rehearsed deflections, I let out a quiet laugh and calmly pulled my arm free.
"Fine. Forget it."
I stood, gathered the plates, and carried them into the kitchen. Every dish, stone cold, went straight into the trash.
Over the sound of running water, Sonia shot a quick glance my way, then slipped out onto the balcony.
"Mm-hm, I'm home. You get some sleep too."
"I know, I know. First of next month, same place."
I turned off the faucet and walked over. My gaze landed on her phone screen. The contact name read Lucas Harding.
"Was that your girlfriend calling?"
Sonia nearly jumped out of her skin. She fumbled the phone behind her back.
"Why are you out here already? Done with the dishes?"
"It was my friend. She was just checking if I got home safe, asking if I was in bed yet."
Then she looked at me, something searching in her eyes.
"Seriously, what is with you tonight? Did you hear something?"
I let the corner of my mouth curl up.
"Just asking. Didn't want you staying up too late. You need your rest."
The tension drained from Sonia's eyes. She relaxed and looped her arm through mine again.

















