As the day of my so-called date with Victor approached, I meticulously laid out my plan. My intention was never to actually go through with it — just to create a scenario where Melissa could finally see Victor’s true colors and confront him. I believed that if she witnessed him agreeing to meet me, her best friend, behind her back, it would open her eyes to the infidelity she seemed determined to ignore.
The evening of our meet-up arrived, and I felt a mix of anxiety and determination. I texted Melissa, telling her I needed to talk to her about something important and asked her to meet me at the café where I had planned to meet Victor. I purposefully chose a time slightly after my arranged meeting with him, so she would catch us in the act of supposedly celebrating together.
