She followed me to his house, Now she’s pregnant for him! —Lady shares her true life story.

I never imagined my best friend could be the one to stab me in the back.

We’ve known each other since we were young. We’ve been through things together — heartbreaks, job struggles, family issues, everything. I used to call her “my sister from another mother” because that’s how close we were.

We both had our boyfriends, and we’d gist about them like normal besties do. I used to tell her almost everything about mine — how he treats me, the things he buys, even our little fights. I didn’t hold anything back because I didn’t see her as just a friend. She was family.

Sometimes when I’d go visit my boyfriend, she’d come with me — and I never minded. In fact, I even felt safer having her around. They used to talk a lot, even more than I expected, but I saw it as just friendly vibes. Sometimes I’d go inside to sleep, and leave them still chatting in the sitting room. I didn’t think anything of it. I trusted both of them.

Looking back now, I realize how blind I was.

A few months later, my best friend told me she was pregnant. I was even happy for her — I thought it was her boyfriend’s child. I celebrated with her, encouraged her, stood by her like a true friend. But something wasn’t adding up. Her boyfriend didn’t seem as excited. He started acting funny. So one day, I asked her, “Are you sure he’s the father?”

She went silent.

I kept pushing until she finally broke down. That’s when she confessed: the baby was for my boyfriend.

My own boyfriend.

I felt like I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream but I had no voice. Everything went blank. I had to sit down because my knees were shaking. I kept asking her why, how, when — and she just kept crying. She said it happened “just once,” that it was a mistake.

I didn’t want to hear any of it. I was too broken to even cry. I told her straight up — she needed to get rid of that pregnancy. I couldn’t stand the thought of her carrying my betrayal inside her for nine months.

She refused.

We had the biggest fight ever. I blocked her everywhere. And as for my boyfriend — I didn’t even give him a chance to explain. I walked away from the relationship immediately.

For months, I was angry, confused, and alone. I kept asking God what I did to deserve such betrayal. I trusted them with my whole heart — and they crushed it like it meant nothing.

Seven months into the pregnancy, she aborted the baby. I don’t know why — maybe guilt, maybe pressure, I honestly don’t care. Now both of them are begging for forgiveness. She’s been messaging me nonstop. He’s tried reaching out through friends.

But what do I do with this pain?

I hate them both. I hate what they did to me. But part of me wonders — should I forgive them and just move on with my life? Or should I cut them off completely and never look back?

Because right now, I don’t even know how to feel.