My husband proposed that my friend and I swap husbands for a week — I thought he was joking until I discovered she was actually willing to do it, so I agreed and decided to teach them both a lesson

I closed my eyes.

“How much money are we talking about?”

Rachel hesitated.

“I can’t verify the full amount yet. But I saw a transfer of $86,000 connected to an account called New Beginnings Holdings.”

My breath caught.

“Whose account?”

“I believe it was controlled by Sean and Nancy. But that needs to be confirmed through the proper channels.”

I sat down.

Nancy.

My best friend.

The woman who had stood beside me at my mother’s funeral, holding my hand while I cried.

The woman who had spent countless evenings at my kitchen table, listening to me talk about my marriage.

The woman who had just agreed to spend a week with my husband.

“Why didn’t you tell me earlier?” I whispered.

“Because I didn’t have the complete picture, and I was afraid of making an accusation I couldn’t support. I also didn’t know whether you were involved in the financial arrangement.”