Ditching My Trash Husband and His "Pick-Me" Best Friend

While we were relaxing in the hot tub at a mountain spa resort, my husband’s so-called "female bestie" suddenly shoved me underwater. She ripped my swimsuit and exposed my bare back to everyone. "Oh my god, Tyler! Your wife actually has a massive birthmark on her back! How do you even get turned on by this? Hahaha..." I struggled to stand up, instinctively trying to cover myself. But I saw her covering her mouth, giving me a smug, provocative look. "He didn't know anything about girls at first. I was the one who practically taught him how to please a woman!" "Don't get me wrong, Clara. There are no secrets between us. I know way more than just this!" My brain went completely blank. I looked at Tyler in sheer disbelief. But he just sat there with a lazy smirk on his face, not caring at all. When he finally caught my icy glare, he cleared his throat and spoke up half-heartedly. "Alright, Chloe. Clara is thin-skinned. Why are you teasing her like that?" He was talking to Chloe. But there wasn't a single shred of blame in his voice. Instead, his tone made it sound like I was the one being overly sensitive and dramatic. Chloe glanced at me, probably noticing that my face had gone pale. She gave a half-assed apology. "Fine, fine. My bad, okay?" But then, she mumbled under her breath. "What's the big deal anyway? Tyler shares everything with me, even how many positions you guys tried last night." "On your wedding night, he was on a FaceTime call with us in our Snapchat group. We heard you guys half the night!" Even though she lowered her voice, the spa area had gone completely quiet. Every single word cut straight into my ears. I was shaking with pure rage. I had never, in my wildest dreams, imagined something so repulsive was happening behind my back. Sensing the tension, one of Tyler’s friends quickly tried to smooth things over. "Sorry, Clara. Chloe spends too much time hanging out with us guys. She has no filter. Please don't take it to heart." "Yeah, Clara. Chloe always tells us in private how she wishes she could be as pretty as you. She didn't mean any harm." Chloe didn't mean any harm? That was the biggest joke I had ever heard. I ignored them and looked straight at Tyler. "Do you think this is okay too?" I asked, my voice cold as ice. He frowned, finally giving Chloe a warning look. "Chloe, shut your mouth." Seeing him take my side, my chest loosened just a tiny bit. But in the next second, Chloe threw a tantrum. "Are you serious, Tyler? I just told the truth! What did I do wrong?" "And you, Clara. Stop acting so holy. Don't tell me you girls don't talk about dirty stuff when you hang out?" "Don't turn this into some gender war. To these guys, I'm just one of the boys. Why are you being such a drama queen?" She sounded so offended, as if I was the one who had bullied her. At that moment, Tyler reached out and grabbed my hand. "Alright, babe," he whispered. "Chloe just has a guy’s personality. She gets fired up easily and doesn't understand how girls think. Just let it go." Let it go? Why the hell should I let it go? I let out a cold laugh. "I, Clara Miller, don't let things go." Before any of them could react, I lunged forward, grabbed Chloe by her hair, and shoved her face-first into the water. Then, I grabbed her bikini top and ripped it right off. She screamed, splashing frantically as she tried to cover herself, but it was too late. A rush of adrenaline hit me. I sneered at her. "No wonder you can only be 'one of the guys.' With a body like that, even with the lights off, no man would ever get turned on by you." I don't believe in body-shaming. But at that moment, I wanted to throw her own toxic medicine right back in her face. Chloe completely lost her mind. She shrieked like a banshee, trying to claw her way toward me. But Tyler was faster. He stripped off his own towel and wrapped it around her. He held her tightly from behind, wrapping his arms around her to keep her back. Their bare skin pressed together. They looked like the most intimate couple in the world. I looked away, feeling a chill run down my spine. Yet, Tyler seemed completely oblivious to how inappropriate they looked. He turned to glare at me. "If Chloe hadn't been nice enough to invite you, you wouldn't even be here!" "Apologize to her right now, and we can forget this happened!" "She's a girl, Clara! How could you rip her clothes off like that? Have you lost your mind?" "She has a terrible temper. Who knows what she'll do if she gets pushed too far!" I looked at him, feeling nothing but disgust. A second ago, she was "basically a guy" and "one of the boys" with "no secrets." Now, she was a fragile girl who needed his protection? Fine. Since we were both girls, I didn't need to hold back either. "Sorry," I smiled coldly. "I have a terrible temper too." I have never been the type of woman to swallow my anger. If he wanted to play dirty, I was going to play dirtier. Before he could say another word, I raised my leg and delivered a swift, brutal kick right between his legs. Tyler instantly let go of Chloe. He collapsed into the shallow water, clutching his crotch, screaming that I was a crazy psycho. I looked down at him. "Since you can't keep your hands to yourself, you don't deserve to be a man anyway." I turned around and walked out of the spa. I wasn't going to waste another second of my life on these clowns. Once I got changed and walked out of the resort, the very first thing I did was call my childhood best friend, Liam, who also happened to be a top divorce lawyer. "Liam," I said, my voice steady. "I need you to file a divorce petition against Tyler."

Tyler and I met during a company party game of Truth or Dare. After he got my Snapchat, he pursued me relentlessly. Eventually, his sweet gestures wore me down, and I fell for him. We dated for two years and had been married for a little over a year. We had been together for almost four years. But before we got married, I had no idea this "female bestie" even existed in his friend group. The first time I realized Chloe was a problem was on our first wedding anniversary. We were in the middle of a romantic dinner when Tyler said he had to use the restroom to take a call. Instead of coming back, he vanished. He left me alone at the restaurant to drive across town and deliver sanitary pads to Chloe because she "had an emergency." We had a massive fight the next day. He blocked Chloe right in front of me and swore he would keep his distance from all other women. But less than two months later, he stayed out all night again, claiming he was drinking with his bros. I tried to let it go. But the next morning, I received a Snapchat photo of him and Chloe sleeping in the same bed. Tyler literally got down on his knees and begged for my forgiveness. "The guys invited Chloe! It was a birthday party, I couldn't just kick her out!" he cried, grabbing my hands. "I drank too much, Clara. I swear to god nothing happened!" "We all treat Chloe like a dude. Even if she stripped naked in front of me, I wouldn't feel a thing!" Because of his endless begging and promises, I chose to forgive him. But that incident became a permanent thorn in my chest. It felt like swallowing a piece of glass—I couldn't digest it, and I couldn't throw it up. They say bad things come in threes. This was the third time. It was time to end this joke of a marriage. But Liam was right. Getting a divorce wouldn't be easy if Tyler refused to sign the papers. If he resisted, I would have to gather solid proof of his infidelity and take him to court. I took the day off work, waiting at our apartment for Tyler to return so we could negotiate. But I didn't expect them to deliver the evidence straight to my door. Tyler came home, practically leaning his entire body weight on Chloe. The moment they walked in, Chloe started dripping with sarcasm. "Well, Clara, you sure had fun throwing your little tantrum yesterday. Do you have any idea how much Tyler is suffering?" "He was crying in pain at the ER all night! He still can't walk straight!" Of course I knew. I knew exactly how much force I had used. I’ve been strong since I was a kid. I used to carry heavy cases of water up ten flights of stairs without breaking a sweat. In my rage yesterday, I had kicked him with the sole intention of ruining his manhood. Did I actually ruin him? I looked down at his crotch with pure disgust. For a split second, I felt a tiny bit of guilt, but then I mentally patted myself on the back. Anyway, I was divorcing him. Ruining his plumbing just meant he couldn't go around ruining other women. Good riddance. Noticing my gaze, Tyler growled, "Clara!" I snapped out of my thoughts and was about to bring up the divorce when Chloe cut in. "Clara, starting today, you have to help Tyler do his physical rehabilitation exercises every single day." "The doctor said he needs physical stimulation to regain sensation. Otherwise, you won't have a sex life ever again!" Wow. That sounded absolutely amazing. I hid my excitement and forced a curious look onto my face. "Really? Did the doctor tell you exactly how to do it?" "Of course, you just have to—" Before she could finish, I cut her off. "How about this? Why don't you demonstrate it for me? I'll record a video so I can study it and do it right." And just like that, my evidence of infidelity was about to present itself.

My words caught both of them completely off guard. They probably never expected me to be this "open-minded." Chloe actually blushed a little, looking at Tyler with a shy, twisted expression. But she played coy. "I don't know, Tyler... What if Clara gets mad again and takes it out on you?" She was trying to remind him of my "violence." Her words successfully fueled Tyler's anger. His face darkened. "Why would she be mad? We're best friends, Chloe. There's nothing to be afraid of." He sat down on the sofa and signaled Chloe to start. At the same time, he threw me a smug, challenging look. Never underestimate how stupid a man can be. They love dancing on a woman's last nerve, pushing her to madness, and then calling her "crazy." If I still cared about him, I would be crying and screaming right now. But after a night of thinking, he was dead to me. A piece of trash wasn't worth my tears. I unlocked my phone, opened the camera, and started recording. Chloe reached her hand into Tyler’s sweatpants. Honestly, the scene was so repulsive it made me want to throw up. I kept my phone pointed at them, but I drifted off mentally, looking at the wall and thinking about what I wanted to eat for lunch. I blocked out their giggles and whispers. After what felt like forever, I heard Chloe complain. "Why isn't it working?" Then she teased him. "Tyler, come on, show some spirit!" "It's because you're not doing it right," Tyler groaned. "Call me daddy, maybe that'll work." "Shut up, someone is watching!" The corner of my mouth twitched. Honestly, compared to these two, I really did feel like an outsider. But she wasn't wrong. I was going to divorce Tyler anyway. I was basically a stranger now. The two of them seemed to have completely forgotten I was in the room. The touching got heavier and filthier. Finally, Chloe pulled her hand back, panting. "I'm tired." I stopped the recording and said mockingly, "Well, now I finally believe you guys are just 'bros.' Otherwise, how could he have absolutely no reaction to you?" They used to use the "bro" excuse to gaslight me. But now that I said it, both of their faces turned incredibly ugly. Chloe snapped in humiliation. "What do you know? He used to please me, not the other way around!" "If I hadn't trained him and given him experience, you think you'd have had any good nights with him?" Good nights? It was pure disgust. She stood up, looking pissed off. "I was trying to help, and she's just being passive-aggressive. I'm leaving!" She glared at me before walking out. "If you still need my help, Clara, you know where to find me." Once Chloe left, Tyler glared at me with a dark, venomous look. "Are you satisfied now?" I could tell his pride was utterly shattered. Usually, even after a fight, he would try to sweet-talk me. But now, he couldn't even pretend. "She just told the truth, Clara! Did you really have to kick me?" he barked. "Besides, your birthmark *is* ugly—" Before he could finish, I cut him off. "Tyler, let's get a divorce."

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