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Henry\u2019s world crumbled the moment he laid eyes on four ominous words scratched across his car: “Hope She Was Worth It.” His pregnant wife, Emily, was devastated. No matter how much he insisted he had never been unfaithful, suspicion lingered in her eyes. But the truth? It was far worse than a simple affair\u2014because someone close to him was determined to destroy his life.\n My wife and I had just stepped out of the doctor\u2019s office, still basking in the joy of hearing our baby\u2019s heartbeat for the very first time. We felt on top of the world\u2014until we reached my car.\n Scrawled across the driver\u2019s side door in bold, unmistakable letters: “Hope She Was Worth It.”\n I froze. So did Emily. My stomach twisted into knots.\n “What the hell is this?” I muttered, my pulse hammering in my ears.\n Emily didn\u2019t speak at first. She just stared at the message, then slowly turned to look at me.\n “Emily, I swear on everything\u2014I have never been with anyone else!” I blurted out, desperate for her to believe me.\n She didn\u2019t scream. She didn\u2019t accuse me. But her silence was even worse than anger.\n “I didn\u2019t write those words,” she finally said, her voice unsteady. “So who did? And why?”\n Without another word, she pulled out her phone and called her mother to pick her up. Watching her drive away, tears brimming in her eyes, felt like a knife twisting in my chest.\n And I was left standing there\u2014alone, bewildered, staring at the accusation that had just turned my life upside down.\n That evening, as I furiously scrubbed the graffiti off my car. Then, footsteps approached from behind.\n “No need to thank me,” a voice I knew all too well said. “You’re welcome.”\n I spun around, my breath hitching.\n Claire. My sister.\n My stomach twisted. “What the hell are you even talking about?”\n She let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling her eyes.\n “Oh, please. You’ve been panicking about this baby for months now. Always stressing about money, about how overwhelming it all is. I just\u2026 took some of that pressure off your shoulders.”\n My whole body tensed, rage bubbling up.\n “This isn’t like your so-called \u2018help\u2019 back in college,” I shot back, kicking the bucket over. “This is my family. My wife. My child.”\n I took a deep breath, steadying myself. “Get in the car. Now. You\u2019re telling Emily the truth. Every word of it.”\n When we arrived at Emily\u2019s parents’ house, she hesitated before opening the door. There was uncertainty in her eyes, but she let us in.\n I turned to Claire. “Go ahead. Tell her.”\n With an exaggerated sigh, Claire finally confessed everything. Every last detail.\n When she finished, Emily stepped toward me, her hands wrapping around my waist, holding me tight.\n Then, she turned to Claire, her face unreadable.\n “You owe me an apology,” she said firmly. “If you were really that concerned, if you honestly thought Henry wanted out, why not just come to me? You could\u2019ve told me what he said. We could\u2019ve talked about it.”\n Claire shifted uncomfortably, her confidence faltering.\n “I\u2026 I thought if I pushed things, you two would be forced to have the conversation. That he\u2019d finally tell you the truth.”\n And in that silence, I knew. Emily was done with Claire.\n And to be honest? I felt the same way. Our lives were better without her.\n In the following weeks, Emily and I took the time to heal and sort through everything.\n As for Claire? 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