We were in the club, and this lady was the life of the party—drinking, dancing, laughing. She was such a vibe that I couldn’t resist getting up to dance with her. One thing led to another, and we kissed. It didn’t stop there. We didn’t go all the way, but we went further than two strangers probably should. Maybe it was the thrill of thinking we’d never see each other again, or maybe it was just the alcohol.

You can imagine my shock when, the very next day, I saw her at my friend Yaw’s place. She walked in, and Yaw introduced her as his new girlfriend.

“This is Rachel,” he said with pride, smiling from ear to ear.

I froze. My mind went straight back to the things we did the previous night. She looked at me too, just for a second, and then quickly looked away.

I couldn’t handle being around them after that. I avoided Yaw for weeks. But, as fate would have it, I ran into her again months later at a friend’s sip-and-paint event. She was seated next to me, and this time, avoiding her wasn’t an option.

We started talking. She broke the silence first. “I was drunk that night. That’s why things happened. Please don’t tell Yaw.”

I leaned back and smirked slightly. “I don’t do that. If I was going to tell him, I would’ve done it a long time ago.”

She seemed relieved. But then, later that evening, we ended up at the beach together. We kissed again. This time, it wasn’t the alcohol. It was just us. We didn’t go all the way, but it was close enough to leave me feeling guilty afterward.

I made up my mind that day. I had to cut ties with her for good. If Yaw was serious about her, I didn’t want to be the reason his relationship fell apart.

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A year later, I received Yaw’s wedding invitation. My heart sank. He was about to marry her. I couldn’t tell him what had happened between us. But I also couldn’t shake the feeling that she didn’t respect their relationship enough to stay faithful.

I decided to confront her instead.

One Saturday, knowing she’d be at Yaw’s place, I went over. She was the one who opened the door.

We stared at each other for a moment before she stepped aside to let me in. “Yaw stepped out for a bit. Will you wait for him?” she asked.

“I actually came here to see you,” I said.

Her expression changed instantly. “What do you want?”

“I’m worried that Yaw is getting married to you,” I said bluntly.

Her eyes narrowed. “Oh, so you’re going to tell him that we kissed?”

“No,” I replied calmly. “I want to ask you if I’m the only one you’ve kissed. Or do you keep doing this with other guys too?”

She sighed, crossing her arms. “If we’re being honest, I haven’t gone anywhere without Yaw since we started dating. But on the rare days I go out alone, I coincidentally bump into you. And, truthfully, I’ve thought about breaking up with Yaw because of it.”

I blinked. “Because of me?”

“Yes. He loves me, and I love him too. But you… You’re the problem. You’re the only one making me unfaithful.”

I nodded slowly. “If I’m the problem, then I’ll stay away. But will you promise to be faithful to him?”

She hesitated, then nodded.

I left that day, hoping Yaw wouldn’t end up heartbroken. But weeks later, I heard the wedding had been canceled.

For a while, I didn’t know why. Then one afternoon, Yaw came over. We were catching up when I finally asked, “Why didn’t the wedding happen?”

He shrugged, a hint of sadness in his voice. “She found out I cheated, and she couldn’t forgive me.”

My mouth fell open. “How did she find out?”

“Her friend told her,” he said. “Turns out the woman I cheated with was a mutual friend. Her friend found out about it and spilled everything. She left after that.”

I tried to sympathize. “I hope when you meet someone else, you’ll act better,” I said.

Yaw laughed bitterly. “I don’t regret it. Funny thing is, the same friend who told her is the one I’m dating now.”

I stared at him, stunned. “Wait, what?”

“She’s always listening to that friend,” he explained. “I told her the affair happened when we were barely together, but she didn’t care. Now that same friend wants to take her place. So, yeah, I’m with her now.”

I laughed awkwardly, still processing what he’d just said. “So… it’s okay if I date her too?” I wanted to ask, but what came out instead was, “Are you only doing this to spite her?”

He nodded without hesitation. “Of course. This friend is just a rebound. Once I teach her a lesson, I’ll dump her and find someone who doesn’t listen to her friends.”

I sighed. “Whatever makes you happy.”

That night, I felt relieved. Yaw didn’t marry her, and I didn’t cause their breakup. And now, if I ever kissed her again, at least I wouldn’t have to feel guilty about it.