Betrayed by My Best Friend

“The worst betrayal doesn’t come from enemies. It comes from people you call family.”

He was my best friend since childhood. We grew up together. Same classrooms, same jokes,

same secrets. He knew my house better than his own. I trusted him completely—and

that was my mistake. One day my phone wouldn’t stop buzzing. Messages from people I didn’t know.

Screenshots I didn’t want to see. That’s how I found out. Not from him.

Never from him. From strangers who knew something about my family that they never should have.

My mom stopped going outside. Our home felt smaller, heavier, like the walls were

listening. And he? He laughed. He acted normal. Like nothing had