My best friend asked me to lie to her fiancé about where she’d been the night before their wedding. Two hours later, he showed me a message that made me question everything I knew about her. My best friend, Chloe, had been engaged to Marcus for two years. Three days before the wedding, she called me in a panic. Chloe: “Please, I need you to cover for me.” Me: “What happened?” Chloe: “I met someone last night. Marcus can never find out.” Me: “You cheated on your fiancé?” Chloe: “It wasn’t supposed to happen. I was drunk, and I made a mistake.” I was disgusted. Me: “Then tell him before you marry him.” Chloe: “If I tell him now, everything falls apart. The venue is paid for. Our families are flying in. Please, just say I stayed at your apartment.” I refused at first. Then she started crying. “I love him. I made one terrible decision. I’ll spend the rest of my life making it right.” I eventually agreed not to say anything unless Marcus asked me directly. That decision would haunt me.