It started as an innocent dinner, just the three of us—my husband, his childhood best friend, and me. We had shared many meals together over the years, reminiscing about their adventures, their struggles, and their unwavering friendship. But that night, something shifted. There was a weight in the air, an unspoken tension lingering beneath the surface. And then, out of nowhere, he made the offer.

“I’ve loved you since the moment I met you,” he confessed, his eyes locked onto mine. “But you chose him. I accepted it, respected it. But before I die, I want one night with you. Just one. I’ll give you a million dollars for it.”

The room fell silent. I felt my husband stiffen beside me, but to my surprise, he didn’t react with anger. Instead, he took my hand, his grip firm yet calm. Then, he looked at me with quiet confidence and said, “I trust you. I know you’ll still choose me.”

The proposition felt surreal. One night, a million dollars—a life-changing amount. We could travel, invest, build something greater. But beyond the money, there was something deeper at play. Power. Desire. The past colliding with the present.

I took a deep breath, glancing between the two men—one who had loved me in silence, and one who had stood by my side. The choice was mine to make. But in the end, some things are worth more than a million dollars.