“That is it?” she asked, confused. “You’re not going to say anything else?”
“Not right now,” I replied. “This is Lucas’s day. We can discuss this privately later.” As I walked to my car, I could hear the party’s murmurs. Once inside, I finally let out the laugh that had been threatening, tears streaming down my face—a mix of grief, anger, and disbelief. Cassandra didn’t know the full truth.
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The truth about Adam and Cassandra began three years ago. During a dinner at our home, while I was on a work call, Cassandra made a pass at Adam. He gently rebuffed her and immediately told me. We initially dismissed it as wine and her competitive nature, but it escalated. Over months, she sought inappropriate physical contact, sent flirtatious texts, and even showed up at his office. Adam always maintained boundaries and confided in me. When we confronted my parents, they dismissed it as friendly gestures.
That night, Adam and I decided to create distance from Cassandra. We avoided situations where they might be alone, and Adam blocked her number after a particularly suggestive message.