Soon things got worse.
Vanessa started acting differently around our friends.
Sad.
Quiet.
Like she was hurt.
One evening someone pulled me aside.
"Did you accuse Vanessa of something?"
My stomach dropped.
She was twisting the story.
Turning people against me.
Suddenly I wasn't just suspicious.
I looked jealous.
Crazy.
Paranoid.
And she looked innocent.
I realized then that Vanessa wasn't just betraying me.
She was controlling the narrative.
How far was she willing to go?