Solved Murders - True Crime Stories - Caught in a Triangle I Never Chose Me, My Wife, and Her Flirtatiously Clingy Best Friend #25

Episode Date: August 22, 2025

#horrorstories #reddithorrorstories #ScaryStories #creepypasta #horrortales #emotionalhorror #toxicfriendship #psychologicaldrama #domesticterror #obsessiongonewrong  What starts as a quiet discomfort grows into a chilling psychological horror when a man finds himself trapped in a twisted emotional triangle—one he never agreed to be part of. His wife’s best friend becomes increasingly flirtatious, invasive, and manipulative, turning their home into a stage for obsession and paranoia. As boundaries blur and tension escalates, the story descends into a nightmare of control, betrayal, and emotional horror that leaves no one truly innocent.  horrorstories, reddithorrorstories, scarystories, horrorstory, creepypasta, horrortales, lovegonewrong, toxictriangle, emotionalmanipulation, obsession, domesticpsychodrama, maritalhorror, bestfriendfromhell, trustissues, psychologicalhorror, toxicrelationships, betrayal, clingyfriend, horrorathome, boundariescrossed

The weirdest triangle I never signed up for, a long, rambling tale about me, my wife, and her best friend. All right, let me just start this off by saying, I know how I'm going to sound. Yeah, I'm aware. It's not lost on me. I'm probably going to come off as a little full of myself, maybe even slightly narcissistic, depending on how you interpret what I'm about to say. But you know what? That's fine.

You'll live. This is my reality, and I'm just trying to process it. So, I've been with my wife for a long time. We've been in each other's lives for about 20 years give or take, and for those of you doing the math, yes, that includes childhood, teenage years, the awkward phase where you're trying to figure out who you are, and all that stuff. We've been romantically involved for nine of those years and officially married for the last five. Solid history, right?

Now, enter the best friend. Let's call her D. D. has been around since the tail end of high school or maybe early college, somewhere in that hazy in between time where you're still technically young but life starts asking more from you. You know, the phase where you start pretending like you have things figured out, but you're really just winging it every day. Yeah, that's when D and my wife became inseparable. They're close. I mean really close. Like sisters from other. other Mr. Close. And honestly, I never had a problem with that. I always thought it was great that my wife had someone in her corner like that, someone who'd been with her through the ups and downs,

the late-night breakdowns, and the celebratory brunches. Now let's talk about Dee's track record with guys. And spoiler alert, it's bad. Like, someone needs to make a Netflix doca series bad. She's dated a string of the worst men imaginable. I'm talking abusive, manipulative, emotionally unavailable, you name it. If there's a red flag in the dating handbook, D's probably dated someone who waves it proudly from a moving vehicle. And I know all this because she vents to both my wife and me like were her personal therapists. We've heard it all, every dramatic detail, every tearful phone call, every, you won't

believe what he said to me this time, type of situation. Recently, she got out of what I can only describe as a particularly brutal relationship. This one really seemed to leave a mark. It broke her down, and after it ended, she kind of declared she was done with dating altogether. No more boyfriends, no more drama, she was going solo, embracing the single life, working on herself. Or so she said. Now, this is where things started to take a weird turn. She began making these comments to my wife, little things at first, about how lucky my wife was to have me.

You're so lucky, she'd say. It must be so amazing to have someone who actually cares about you, who listens to you, who supports you. I mean, on the surface, that's a compliment, right? But it started happening a lot. Like, a lot a lot. And then it got even more personal. She'd look at me and say things like, I hope you know how rare you are. Guys like you don't come around often.

Stuff like that. Okay. Still not terrible, but now we're treading into strange waters. Then she got physically clingy. And let me be clear, this woman had never been touchy with me before. Never. We'd always had a pretty standard friendship dynamic, friendly, respectful, boundaries in place. place. But suddenly, when she'd come over, she'd do things like rest her head on my shoulder

while we watched TV. One time, she literally plopped down in my lap like it was the most normal thing in the world. I was frozen like a statue, just sitting there wondering what alternate timeline I had entered. She started telling me that I made her feel safe, that she could truly relax when she was around me. That being near me made her feel, seen. Again, on paper, sweet seat sentiments. But when you stack them up one after another, it starts to paint a very specific picture, you know. Then there were the outfits. Look, I'm not blind. I notice things. She started dressing a little more, well, intentional when she came around. She'd wear tight tops, short skirts, and suddenly, she's asking me how she looks in them. Not like a casual,

hey, does this look okay? It was more like, be honest, how does this make my but look, and then twirling like we're in a rom-com montage. Before, she might have worn yoga pants and a hoodie. Now, it was borderline date night attire. And the cherry on top. One night, we're all joking around, me, my wife, and Dee, and my wife makes a joke. Just a harmless, silly little comment. She goes, suppose, Dee's basically your second wife with all the time she spends here. Maybe she should do all the chores I hate. We all laughed. At first. But D. She ran with that. Like sprinted with it like she was trying to win gold in the Olympics. She started referring to herself as my second wife all the time. And not in a casual, ha-ha-wada joke way. She'd say things like, as your second wife,

I think I deserve more foot rubs, or, you should cook for me too, not just your first wife. It was kind of funny for like a minute, but then she sent me a picture of a ring. A literal engagement style ring. And she said, even your second wife deserves a ring, right, with a wink emoji. I honestly didn't know what to do with that. So I went to my wife, of course. I didn't want to hide anything. I brought it up, told her everything that had been happening,

how weird Dee had been acting, the lap sitting, the second wife jokes, the flirty comments, the ring photo, all of it. And what did my wife say? Eh, that's just how she is. She doesn't mean anything by it. I was stunned. Like, is it just me? Am I the only one seeing this giant red flag parade? I'm sitting here watching Dee slowly morph into some fantasy version of what she thinks a relationship should be, and my wife is acting like she just made a new Pinterest board. I started second-guessing myself. Maybe I am over-analysing. Maybe I'm just being too observant or cautious. But then again, I'm not making this stuff up. I'm not imagining her resting her head on me. I'm not hallucinating ring picks in my inbox. So what the hell is going on?

Here's my theory, and I know I might sound like I'm reaching, but hear me out. D has had nothing but crappy relationships. Every guy she's dated has treated her like garbage. Then she spends more and more time around me and my wife. She sees what a healthy relationship looks like, or at least healthier than what she's used to. She sees me treating my wife with respect, helping out, being emotionally available, all that jazz. and for the first time, she feels safe. She feels validated.

She feels like she's finally found someone who listens to her, who gets her. Only problem. That person is her best friend's husband. And I don't think she's doing it on purpose. I really don't. I think her brain is just subconsciously reaching out and latching onto something that finally feels good and stable. It's like her emotional compass is spinning in certain. and suddenly it points to me and goes, oh hey, this direction feels safe. But here's the thing,

I am not interested in being anyone's emotional support fantasy. I love my wife. Period. There are no what-ifs, no, maybe's, no, well, if circumstances were different, no. She's the one. And I don't want anything, not even weird behavior from a close friend, to cast a shadow over that. Still, I can't shake this weird vibe. D is getting more bold, more comfortable pushing boundaries. I'm trying to be respectful, not to make a huge deal, but there's a line, and she's tiptoeing all over it in heels. And the frustrating part.

My wife keeps brushing it off. I get that she trusts D. I get that she's known her longer than she's known me. But at some point, you've got to admit that something's off. You don't just send ring photos to your best friend's husband. You don't casually sit on his lap and call yourself wife number two unless you're trying to stir something up. Or unless you're slowly losing grip on boundaries because your emotional needs are going unmet elsewhere. So now I'm in this awkward limbo.

I don't want to upset anyone, but I also don't want to sit back and wait until things get out of hand. I've tried to be open and communicative, but it feels like I'm the only one taking this series. So here I am, throwing it all out into the universe, asking the void, or whoever happens to be reading this, am I crazy? Am I just being overly observant? Or is there something very real and uncomfortable brewing that my wife is just not seeing? I don't know. But what I do know is, I didn't sign up for a soap opera when I said, I do.

And yet, here I am, starring in one, unpaid, unprepared, and wildly uncomfortable. The end.