Betrayed by My Best Friend — But I Got the Last Word
Lila had never felt so happy. Her best friend Greta was getting married, and she had just asked Lila to be her maid of honor. Lila’s heart swelled with joy.
“It has to be you, Lila,” Greta had said with tears in her eyes. “You’re my person.”
Lila had squeezed her hands and smiled. “Of course. I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
For more than ten years, Lila and Greta had been inseparable. They were the kind of best friends who finished each other’s sentences, laughed until they cried, and stuck together through everything — bad breakups, final exams, family drama, and late-night cravings for Chinese takeout.
Greta was always the star — tall, gorgeous, and charming, the kind of woman who turned heads when she walked into a room. Lila was quieter, softer, happy to stand by Greta’s side and let her shine.
Over the years, Lila had slowly gained weight. It never bothered her much, and Greta never made a big deal out of it either. Or so Lila thought.
So when Greta got engaged last winter, and chose Lila to be her maid of honor, Lila felt like they were back in their magical bubble again.
But that happy feeling didn’t last.
The Dress Fitting Disaster
The first warning sign came during the bridesmaids’ dress fitting. Lila held up two fabric swatches — one emerald, one navy — and asked cheerfully, “I think the emerald would work better for the evening lighting. What do you think?”
Greta didn’t even look her way. She was too busy adjusting her veil in the mirror. Then, without turning her head, she muttered, “Well, some people don’t need to worry about color clashing when they’re not the center of attention.”
Lila blinked. What? Was that a joke?
She gave a small, nervous laugh. “Right. I guess weddings bring out the stress, huh?”
But Greta didn’t smile. She stayed cold and distant the rest of the day.
Trying to lighten the mood, Lila offered, “Want to come back to my place? We could unwind with some wine and those chocolate-covered strawberries you love.”
Greta scoffed. Actually scoffed.
“I’m just going home,” she said, walking to her car without even looking back.
Lila stood there on the sidewalk, stunned. Her heart pinched with confusion, but she tried to convince herself it was just stress. Greta could be moody sometimes. This had to be one of those times… right?
The Wedding Day Shock
It was a beautiful fall morning. The sky was clear, the air crisp, and everything felt magical. Lila arrived at the wedding venue, wearing her dress, ready to help her best friend on her big day.
But before she could take another step inside, a woman in a headset — the wedding coordinator — blocked her path.
“I’m sorry,” the woman said with a fake smile. “The bride left strict instructions. You’re not to be let in.”
Lila frowned, confused. “There must be a mistake. I’m the maid of honor.”
“No,” the woman said sharply. “You’re not.”
People nearby turned their heads. The quiet whispers began. Lila felt their eyes on her — confused, judging.
Then she saw Greta, glowing in her white dress, approaching the entrance.
“Greta!” Lila called out with relief. “Thank goodness you’re here. They won’t let me in — there’s been a mistake!”
Greta’s eyes were ice cold. Her lips curled into a cruel smirk.
“There’s no mistake,” she said loud enough for everyone to hear. “Anyone who’s been trying to ruin my wedding isn’t welcome here.”
Lila’s heart nearly stopped. “Greta, what are you talking about? I would never—”
“Security,” Greta cut her off. “Please escort her out.”
Before Lila could speak again, two security guards took her by the arms and led her out of the venue like she was some criminal.
In the crowd, Lila spotted someone — Brian. Greta’s ex from college. He gave her a strange, knowing look. Something about it made her stomach turn.
Then the doors closed behind her. She was standing outside, alone. Humiliated.
The Coffee Confrontation
Days passed. Lila sent message after message, but Greta didn’t reply. The silence was like knives. She couldn’t sleep. She couldn’t eat. She just kept asking herself why?
Finally, Greta agreed to meet for coffee.
She showed up 15 minutes late, looking annoyed, like she was doing Lila a favor. She sat down, sipping her iced latte like nothing had happened.
“I need to know,” Lila said softly. “Why did you kick me out of your wedding? Why would you think I was trying to ruin it? You’re my best friend, Greta. I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
Greta stirred her drink slowly, then looked Lila dead in the eye.
“You were trying to ruin my wedding,” she said, like it was a fact. “I asked you to be my maid of honor, not my competition.”
Lila blinked. “What are you talking about?”
“You didn’t ask if it was okay to lose weight,” Greta said, her voice getting sharper. “You just kept getting thinner, hiding it under those baggy clothes. Sneaky. Like you wanted to steal attention on my big day.”
Lila’s mouth fell open. Was this really happening?
“I’ve been working out because I wanted to feel good about myself,” she said. “It had nothing to do with you.”
Greta leaned closer, her voice low and venomous.
“You knew I invited Brian to the wedding. He once told me he was thinking of asking you out after we broke up. I talked him out of it. So don’t play innocent. You knew exactly what you were doing.”
Lila suddenly saw everything clearly. This wasn’t about her body. It was about control. About Greta’s jealousy and deep insecurities.
“I was just trying to feel good about myself,” Lila said.
Greta narrowed her eyes. Then she said something that truly broke Lila’s heart.
“If you put the weight back on, you can stay in my life.”
Lila looked at her “best friend,” sitting there in her designer clothes, wearing her shiny new wedding ring, telling her to shrink so Greta could feel bigger.
Lila smiled. A calm, powerful smile.
“Sure, Greta.”
Then she stood up, left her untouched coffee, and walked out of the café.
Reclaiming Myself — And a Surprise Dinner
The next month, Lila hit the gym like a warrior. She didn’t do it out of revenge. She did it for herself. Every drop of sweat, every set of crunches, every run was her saying, I will never play small again.
She felt stronger than ever.
Then one day, she had an idea.
She texted Greta casually:
“Hey! Want to do a double date? Thought it’d be fun. Bring your husband.”
Greta replied right away. “Sure! Can’t wait!”
She probably thought Lila was coming alone, heavier again, maybe even begging to be friends again.
Oh, how wrong she was.
The night of the dinner, Greta walked into the restaurant wearing a flirty floral dress, her smirk already in place.
But that smirk vanished the second she saw Lila.
Lila stood tall and glowing in a sapphire dress that hugged her strong, beautiful body. Her arm was linked with someone Greta never expected to see — Brian.
Lila smiled sweetly. “Hey Em,” she said. “You remember Brian, right?”
Brian grinned and squeezed Lila’s hand. “Good to see you again, Greta.”
Greta’s face twisted in disbelief. Her mouth opened, then closed. Then opened again.
“What is this?” she snapped. “How dare you show up here looking like that? With him?”
Lila raised an eyebrow. “Looking like what? Happy? Healthy? Confident?”
Greta’s voice shook with rage. “We’re DONE. Our friendship is OVER!”
Lila looked her right in the eye, calm and strong.
“It was over long ago, Greta.”
Greta stormed out, dragging her shocked husband behind her like a suitcase.
Brian turned to Lila as they sat down.
“Well,” he said with a laugh, “that went better than expected. So… want to go on a real date sometime? One where we’re not just trying to make someone jealous?”
Lila smiled — truly, deeply smiled.
“I’d like that,” she said. “I’d like that very much.”
The End — Or Maybe, The Beginning.
