There were three of us—Miley, Abena, and me, Miriam, but everyone calls me Mimi. We were inseparable, the kind of friends people mistook for sisters because of how close we were. I guess I should say 'were' because things aren't the same anymore, and this is why.

It all started innocently enough. One day, Abena's boyfriend called while we were all hanging out, and as a habit, she'd put him on speaker so we could all chime in. Over time, it became a norm—every time he called, we’d greet him, joke around, and jump into their conversations. We were all comfortable with it, or so it seemed.

One day, he said something that shifted the dynamic: he loved Miley's vibe and asked for her number. Abena flatly refused. She wasn’t comfortable with the idea, but her boyfriend kept insisting, saying he just wanted to be "friends" with Miley. Eventually, and against her better judgment, Abena gave in, and that's how Patrick and Miley started talking.

At first, we thought they were just friends, but we were wrong. Soon enough, the harmless chats turned into something more. They began exchanging inappropriate pictures and started secretly dating behind Abena's back. None of us knew at first, but the tension between them started to build. Abena’s conversations with Patrick dwindled, and Miley started growing distant from both of us. We all felt something was off, but no one wanted to address the elephant in the room.

Then, one day, Miley confided in me. She claimed it wasn’t her fault—that Patrick had pursued her relentlessly until she couldn't say no anymore. I knew she was lying, though. Miley was more interested in the money and gifts Patrick was showering her with. She was playing the victim, but I saw through her.

She asked me for advice, so I told her the right thing to do was to come clean to Abena. She begged me not to tell Abena and made me swear I wouldn’t. I promised to keep her secret, but I couldn’t help myself. I told Abena everything.

Abena, however, didn't react immediately. I asked her to keep quiet until Miley confessed, but Miley never did. We all knew the truth, but no one was addressing it, and the silence between us grew louder. Tension filled our house. I was the one enjoying the situation, though. I was getting bribes from Miley—gifts to keep my mouth shut—and at the same time, I was receiving things from Abena to keep her updated.

The atmosphere was suffocating until one day, Abena finally exploded. A huge fight broke out between her and Miley. I stayed out of it, knowing my role in the whole mess. The arguments continued for days, but the real bombshell dropped when Abena’s boyfriend's wife—yes, wife—called both Miley and Abena. She gave them the harshest warning they’d ever received, and Patrick, the so-called boyfriend, disappeared into thin air.

It turns out this drama was all over a man who was already married. Not only did Abena’s relationship with Patrick end but so did our friendship. Just like Judas betrayed Jesus, Miley Betrayed Abena and ended our little friend group.