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?”

A woman lost in deep thought | Source: Midjourney

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.

A sad woman | Source: Midjourney

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.

Two women hugging each other | Source: Midjourney

Two women hugging each other | Source: Midjourney

This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.

Amber, 24, is obsessed with tattoos and has covered her whole body in ink

One of the biggest benefits of being an adult is that you can do whatever you want (of course, as long as you are within the boundaries of the law). You can wear whatever you desire and look however you please.

Amber Luke is a girl that took her individuality to the next level, without caring one bit about what others think of her.

This Australian 24-year-old aims to cover her entire body with tattoos before turning 25. And now she is one step closer to her goal – as she has covered her breasts with ink, reports the Daily Star.

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Amber’s journey to cover herself with tattoos started when she was 16. Her fascination with ink was something that would change her entire life.

Over the years, Amber has got tattoos all over her body.

She has really done everything in her power to get as much ink in her as possible. She has covered most of her body with tattoos.

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It has not been a smooth process, last year when she tattooed her eyes, things almost ended terribly.

“Unfortunately, my artist went too deep into my eyeball. I was blind for three weeks. That was pretty brutal”.

The alternative model has also opened up about the fact that she has been struggling with mental illness. She is currently training to be a counsellor – she hope she can help others with similar problems in the future.

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“Society is so full of hatred and invalid opinions of you and what you look like… You wouldn’t bother to ask what I do with my life – I’m studying a diploma of counselling just to be able to assist people’s mental illnesses,” Amber told Daily Star.

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Now on her breasts

The latest step in Amber’s quest to be completely covered in tattoos was doing it on her breasts.

“Completed tiddies,” Amber wrote to her 64,600 Instagram followers while proudly displaying the result.

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Amber Luke before pictures

Next in her list are her thighs. But Amber is already thinking of tattooing her entire left arm black.

But of course, Amber has not always been covered in ink.

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Just a few days ago, she shared a photo from her past life that revealed how she looked like a blonde.

The picture, taken 5 years ago, really shows what an incredible transformation she has undergone!

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”5 years difference. Let me tell you something… at 20 years old I got a ‘floating neck’ tattoo. I had no facial or hand or chest tattoos. Just a big throat piece. I was given so much shit and hate for my actions. I decided at 20 to say ‘fuck ya’ll, I’m getting what I want too’ and I went for it,” she wrote.

Here at Newsner, we don’t just write about heartwarming and trending stories. We also follow people who live their lives differently, and it is our opinion that everyone deserves the same respect no matter how they choose to live their lives!

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