My Husband’s Girl Best Friend Told Me He’s Only With Me Because She Was Married

She was saying she knew I was poisoning him against her and she wouldn’t let me destroy their connection. She called him her soulmate.

She said I was keeping him prisoner in a loveless marriage and that she’d fight for him no matter what I tried to do. The last voicemail was her crying and begging him to just talk to her for five minutes so she could explain everything.

Jamar sat in his car staring at his phone screen like he didn’t recognize it. I walked over and knocked on his window.

He looked up at me with red eyes and unlocked the doors so I could slide into the passenger seat. I took his phone from his shaking hands and opened the recording app Dylan had helped me install earlier that week.

Then I played back through all of Lily’s voicemails while the app captured everything. Jar listened to her voice cycle through anger and pleading and threats.

I watched his face change as he finally heard how she really sounded when she wasn’t performing the role of casual friend. She said things in those messages that no friend would ever say.

She was claiming Jar had promised her they’d be together once she left Bradley. She insisted she’d saved every text where he complained about me and wished things had been different between them.

Jamar kept shaking his head and saying he never promised her anything and never encouraged her feelings. But I could see him recognizing the obsession that everyone else had been trying to show him for weeks now.

His hands trembled as he scrolled through the text messages she’d sent during our coffee shop conversation, watching the pattern of her desperation play out in real time. I saved everything to the cloud like Dylan instructed and forwarded copies to my own phone.

I was building the case for harassment that we both knew was coming. Jamar looked sick as he read through message after message where Lily swung between love bombing him and vicious attacks on me.

She called me controlling and abusive and said I’d manipulated him into cutting her off. That evening around 7:00, we were sitting in the living room trying to figure out our next steps when the doorbell rang three times in quick succession followed by loud knocking.

Jamar jumped up to answer it, but I grabbed his arm and pulled him back down. I looked through the window to see Lily pacing on our front porch.

She rang the bell again and started knocking harder. She called out that she knew we were home because both our cars were in the driveway.

Jamar stood frozen watching her through the curtain while she pressed her face against the window trying to see inside. I pulled out my phone to call the police.

Lily started yelling through the door that she deserved an explanation for why Jar was abandoning her after everything they’d been through together. She said she’d been there for him through his worst times and he owed her at least a conversation.

Her voice got louder as she pounded on the door. I gave our address to the emergency operator, explaining that someone was refusing to leave our property after being told the friendship was over.

Jamar kept staring at Lily through the window like he was watching a stranger. This woman he’d known for over a decade was transforming into someone he didn’t recognize at all.

The operator told me to stay inside and keep the doors locked until an officer arrived. I could hear Lily’s muffled shouting about how I’d brainwashed Jar and stolen him away from her.

She kicked the door once and Jar flinched. He finally understood that this wasn’t just awkward or uncomfortable, but actually dangerous.

The Legal Barrier

The police officer arrived about 15 minutes later. I watched through the window as he approached Lily on our porch.

She immediately switched to a calmer tone. I saw her gesturing toward our house while talking to him, probably explaining that she was Jar’s best friend and just wanted to check on him.

The officer listened for a few minutes, then knocked on our door and asked to speak with us. Jar opened it while I stood behind him.

The officer took our statement about ending the friendship and asking Lily to stop contact. He wrote everything down in his notebook, including the voicemails and messages she’d sent.

He turned back to Lily and told her she needed to leave our property immediately. He explained that she was trespassing and if she returned we could pursue charges against her.

Lily’s face changed from concerned friend to something harder. She told the officer that she’d been Jar’s best friend for over a decade and she had a right to talk to him.

She pointed at me and said I was controlling and abusive. She said I was keeping Jar isolated from everyone who cared about him and that the officer should be worried about Jar’s safety, not hers.

The officer remained professional and repeated that she needed to leave the property now. Lily finally started walking toward her car, but not before turning back to shout that this wasn’t over.

She got in her car and sat there for another minute staring at our house before driving away. The officer waited until she was gone before talking to us again.

He suggested we document everything and consider getting a restraining order if Lily continued trying to contact us. He said he’d seen situations like this escalate before.

He explained that the fact she showed up at our home after being told to stop contact was a concerning sign. It meant she might not respect boundaries even with police involvement.

After the officer left, Jamar and I sat in the living room in silence for a long time before either of us could talk about what just happened. We ended up staying awake until 3:00 in the morning going over everything about our marriage.

We talked about how we got here and whether we could actually fix this mess. Jamar apologized for not seeing Lily’s obsession earlier and for confiding in her instead of me about our problems.

He apologized for defending her all those times when I tried to raise concerns about her behavior. He cried again and kept saying he was sorry, but I told him I needed more than apologies.

Sorry didn’t undo years of him choosing to share our intimate problems with someone who wanted us to fail. We talked about every fight we’d had where he ran to Lily afterward.

Every rough patch in our marriage where she was the person he turned to instead of a real therapist or marriage counselor. Jar admitted he liked having someone who made him feel understood without challenging him to actually work on our issues.

Hearing him say that out loud made me realize how deep his betrayal went. I asked him if he wanted to stay married to me or if he’d rather try to make things work with Lily now that she was available.

He looked shocked that I’d even ask. He swore he never wanted Lily romantically and never encouraged her obsession, but I pointed out that his actions told a different story regardless of his intentions.

I told Jar that if we were going to try to save our marriage, he needed to start therapy immediately. He needed both individual sessions to understand why he allowed this toxic dynamic and couples counseling with me to rebuild the trust he’d destroyed.