The Confession

James: I’ve been losing sleep over this…

James: Didn’t know how to even bring it up.

Paul: Dude, what? What’re you talking about?

James: It’s heavy… but I can’t keep it in anymore.

Paul: Just say it—you’re freaking me out.

James: We’re friends, right?

Paul: Hell yeah! Ride-or-die, man. Best friends.

James: Okay… it might sound bad at first, but hear me out.

Paul: You’re scaring me, bro. Spit it out.

James: Let’s start with Jennifer. I know.

Paul: What? What about Jennifer?

James: Stop lying. Just be straight with me.

Paul: I’m trying, but you’re not making sense!

James: I know about you and Jennifer.

James: Yeah. I know you’ve been fucking my wife for months.

Paul: Dude, what the hell?!

James: Honesty. That’s all I asked for.

Paul: I *would* tell you if it were true, but it’s not!

James: I *know* it is.

James: Started at Pietro’s party. Saw how close you two were. All the laughing, touching…

Paul: So what? That doesn’t mean anything!

James: Maybe not then. But it got me thinking.

James: Then I noticed—she’d always delete your WhatsApp chats.

James: Even when she’d say you texted her about something, the thread was gone. Weird, huh?

James: One night, my pillow smelled… off. A cologne that wasn’t mine or hers.