My Best Friend Married My Ex-husband — Then She Called Me in the Middle of the Night, Terrified

When Stacey married Lily’s ex-husband, Alan, it seemed like the ultimate betrayal. But a late-night call filled with terror revealed a dark secret neither woman was prepared for, forcing Lily and Stacey to confront the man who shattered both their lives.

Alan and I had been married for seven years. Seven long years that gave me two beautiful daughters, Mia (5) and Sophie (4), and left me with a heart fractured in ways I didn’t know were possible.

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A couple | Source: Unsplash

At first, Alan was my dream man. He had this magnetic charm, the kind that made people lean in just a little closer when he spoke. He knew how to make me feel like I was the only woman in the world. But that glow didn’t last.

By year five, I noticed the cracks. Alan would come home late, his excuses so thin they were practically see-through. Work trips that didn’t make sense. Texts he wouldn’t let me see. Then, one night, I got the confirmation I’d been dreading. A single blonde hair on his suit jacket. Not mine.

My heart screamed with rage. I knew something was wrong. I knew he was destroying everything we built.

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A distressed woman | Source: Midjourney

I confronted him. His reaction? A cold denial, followed by an avalanche of gaslighting. “You’re imagining things, Lily. Stop being so insecure,” he yelled once.

But it wasn’t just my imagination. It was real. Silently, I vowed to myself that I would not let him make me doubt my instincts.

The final straw came when I caught him red-handed. The image of him with her — Kara, a woman I didn’t even know — was burned into my memory. He didn’t even apologize. He just packed a bag and left as though nothing had happened.

And just like that, Alan abandoned me and our daughters. For a year and a half, I struggled to rebuild my life. Therapy, late nights working to support the girls, and a constant ache in my chest that wouldn’t go away.

Then came the news that made my stomach churn: Alan had married Stacey, my best friend.

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A newlywed couple | Source: Unsplash

I couldn’t believe it at first. Stacey had been my confidante during my marriage, the one person I told everything to. She knew everything about me… about how I felt like I was losing Alan, how I feared he was cheating, and how devastated I was when he finally left.

A painful realization cut through me, “How could she do this to me?”

When Stacey called to tell me she was engaged to Alan, I froze. “You’re kidding, right?” I asked, trying to keep my voice steady.

“No,” she said. “Alan loves me, Lily. I hope… I hope we can still be friends.”

Friends? Was she serious?

“You’re marrying the man who broke me, Stacey. And you think I want to stay friends? Good luck with that.” I hung up before she could respond.

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Grayscale shot of a woman holding a phone | Source: Midjourney

I thought that was the end of it. I wanted it to be the end of it. But then, a year into their marriage, my phone rang at three in the morning, dragging me back into Alan’s world.

Groggy and annoyed, I squinted at my phone. Stacey’s name flashed on the screen. I didn’t want to believe it.

“Of all the nerve, calling me at this hour?” I muttered to myself.

I debated ignoring it. Why would she, of all people, be calling me in the middle of the night? But curiosity won out, and against my better judgment, I answered.

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A phone on the bed flashing an incoming call | Source: Midjourney

“Hello?” I said, my voice heavy with irritation.

What I heard next made me sit up straight.

“Lily, I need your help!” Stacey’s voice was frantic and barely coherent. “This concerns you more than you think. Please… don’t hang up. Please.”

My heart raced with anger and anticipation. What could she possibly want?

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A woman seeing her phone | Source: Midjourney

“Stacey?” I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the grogginess. “What’s going on? Look, I don’t have anything to—”

“Alan… he’s not who I thought he was. He’s worse, Lily. So much worse,” she cut me off.

I felt a shiver run down my spine. What could be worse than what I already know?

“Worse? What are you talking about?” I asked.

She inhaled sharply, trying to steady her voice. “He has a wardrobe in his office. He always told me not to go in there, but yesterday I did. Lily, the inside is covered in photos. Of women. Dozens of women. Me. You. Her. And others I don’t even recognize.”

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An anxious woman talking on the phone | Source: Pexels

A cold realization crept into my thoughts. This is about to get ugly.

I gripped the phone, my stomach turning. “Photos? What kind of photos?”

My mind raced with horrifying possibilities. What could be in those photos? How had I not found them? Was this why he’d prohibited me from entering his office when we were married?

“They all have dates and numbers written on them,” she whispered. “I think… I think he’s been cheating on me. On both of us. On everyone.”

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A woman holding a photograph of another lady | Source: Midjourney

My throat felt dry. But I didn’t care. “Stacey, why are you telling me this? You married him. You knew what he was capable of.”

Her voice cracked. “Because I didn’t believe you! I thought you were bitter. But now, I’m scared, Lily. I don’t know what he’ll do if he finds out I’ve seen it. Please, can I come over? I don’t feel safe.”

Stacey showed up at my house less than an hour later, her face pale and drawn. She was clutching her phone like a lifeline.

“Start talking,” I said, crossing my arms. My eyes bore into her, demanding the full truth.

She sat on my couch, wringing her hands. “I went back into his office last night. After he left for a two-day fishing trip, I managed to break into the wardrobe. He keeps it locked. But I managed to open it with a screwdriver. It wasn’t just photos, Lily. There were journals. Notes about the women. Ratings. Scores. He’s been doing this for years.”

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A frustated woman | Source: Pexels

A twisted sense of validation burned inside me. “I always knew he was worse than he seemed,” I laughed.

“How many women?” My heart raced, dreading the answer.

“At least 40 during your marriage,” she said, her eyes brimming with tears. “And eight more since we got married. Eight women in just two months.”

The weight of betrayal pressed down on me, threatening to suffocate. It was like a punch to the gut. I thought I had moved on, but the betrayal felt fresh and raw.

“Why are you dragging me into this?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Because he’s the father of your daughters,” Stacey said. “Don’t you want to know who he really is? What he’s capable of? Don’t you want to expose him?”

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A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

Her words hit a nerve. As much as I hated Alan, I had to protect my girls. “Fine,” I said, grabbing my laptop. “Show me what you’ve got.”

For the next few hours, Stacey and I worked together, identifying the women in Alan’s photos. Reverse image searches online led us to their social media profiles. When we reached out and met some of them in person the following morning, most confirmed short, meaningless encounters with Alan.

My mind raced with horror and vindication. How could one person be so calculated?

One woman described him as “charming, until he wasn’t.” Another called him “cold and calculating.” Each story added a new layer to the monster I’d once called my husband.

A bitter laugh escaped me. “I should have known. I always knew something was off,” I told Stacey.

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Two women sitting on the couch | Source: Midjourney

By dusk, she looked at me, her face pale. “What do we do now?”

“We’re not victims anymore. We’re survivors,” I declared. “We fight back.”

A dangerous glint entered my eyes, “Alan has no idea what’s coming,” I added.

When he returned from his fishing trip and found Stacey gone, his rage spilled over. He tried to show up at her new place, banging on the door, demanding answers. She called the police, and he left before they arrived.

The weeks that followed were a whirlwind. Stacey filed for divorce, cutting all ties with Alan. I reopened my custody case, armed with evidence of his behavior.

Alan didn’t take it well. He sent me a flurry of messages, first pleading, then threatening. I blocked him.

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A woman looking at her phone | Source: Pexels

In court, the evidence we presented was damning. Alan’s charm couldn’t save him this time. The photos, the journals, the testimonies… every bit of it painted a clear picture of the man he truly was.

After the dust settled, Stacey and I found ourselves sitting in my living room, a quiet relief hanging between us.

“We made it through!” I said, feeling a weight lift from my shoulders

“Thank you,” Stacey said softly. “For helping me. For believing me.”

My anger softened, replaced by an unexpected understanding. We were both victims of his manipulation. But we were not weak.

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A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

I looked at her, the anger I’d carried for so long finally fading. “We both deserved better than him.”

A moment of shared pain and healing passed between us.

She nodded. “So… what now?”

My spirit felt renewed, ready for whatever came next. I took a deep breath, letting it out slowly. “Now, we move on. Together.”

A fierce sense of sisterhood emerged, stronger than any betrayal. And for the first time in years, I felt free. Not just from Alan, but from the pain he had caused.

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Two women hugging each other | Source: Midjourney

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According to a source, Queen Camilla was “outraged” by Prince Harry’s visit to his father since it was a “loving son PR stunt.”

With King Charles’ illness diagnosis and Kate Middleton’s “planned” abdominal surgery, all eyes are on the Firm members.

However, Harry’s visit to Britain garnered a lot of attention. Harry flew back to his native country as soon as he found out about his father’s illness.

The media said that Charles was the one who told Harry about his sickness.

It was said that he had seen Charles, but their encounter was brief since Harry was supposedly not allowed to accompany Charles on his helicopter ride to the royal estate of Sandringham, where he recuperates in between treatments.

It’s unclear exactly what the father and son talked about. However, as many had hoped, it is already evident that Harry’s visit did not pave the way for any more peace negotiations.

It was said that Prince William had no plans to meet his brother, and according to Radar Online, Camilla was upset that Harry had met Charles without the palace’s consent.

Her Majesty was incensed.According to a source who spoke to the National Enquirer, Harry arrived with an attitude and flew in from his opulent California residence without the palace’s authority.

BATH, ENGLAND – JANUARY 25: On January 25, 2023, in Bath, England, Queen Consort Camilla attended the Royal Osteoporosis Society reception at the Guildhall. (Image sourced from WPA Pool/Getty Images by Finnbarr Webster)) According to the same report, Harry asked Camilla to leave the room so he could have a private conversation with his father.“Camilla was incensed,” the insider continued. “She’s been holding a lot of grudges against Harry for years and was eager to give it to him.”From the beginning, Harry and Camilla’s relationship has been difficult. She wasn’t spared in his narrative, and he had mentioned her previously.Neither was spared.In his memoir, Harry disclosed that he and his sibling had begged their father to prevent them from getting married to Camilla.Willy and I pleaded with him not to, but Pa was determined to go ahead. We gave him a fist pump and good wishes. In Spare, Harry wrote, “No hard feelings.” “We realized that he would ultimately be with the woman he had always loved, the woman he loved. MWilliam “long harbored suspicions about the Other Woman,” he said, adding that he had even pondered himself if Camilla would be “just as cruel to him as all the wicked stepmothers in storybooks.”In earlier media interviews, Harry claimed that his stepmother had leaked material to the British media in an effort to improve her own reputation. He added that she was presented as a “villain” by the media because they thought she was to blame for Charles and Diana’s failed marriage.

Because of the relationships she was establishing with the British press, that made her dangerous. Additionally, there was a clear desire to exchange information on all sides. Harry stated, “And with a family structured around hierarchy and her ascension to the title of Queen Consort, there was going to be people or bodies left in the street because of that.”

Harry disclosed in an interview with Good Morning America that he hasn’t spoken to his father’s wife in a number of years.

He remarked, “I love every member of my family, despite our differences, so when I see her, we get along just fine.”

“My stepmother is her.” She doesn’t seem like a bad stepmother to me. I observe a woman who married into this establishment and has made every effort to enhance her own image and reputation out of self-interest.

Angela Levin, a royal specialist, claims that Camilla shares Harry’s sentiments and isn’t particularly interested in dating him.

The Duchess used to notice Harry staring at her with a long, chilly gaze out of the corner of her eye and was always very afraid of him. It was a little unsettling to her. “Apart from that, they got along pretty well,” says Levin in her recently released book Camilla: From Outcast to Queen Consort.

The insider went on to say of Harry’s most recent visit: “Camilla has taken it all in stride, but portraying her husband’s illness as a ‘loving son’ publicity gimmick was the final straw.

“I hear she told Harry he’s a disgrace to his father, the family, and the monarchy— and she left no doubt he isn’t wanted back!” is what I’ve heard happened after the father-son reunion.

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