The night my best friend's husband tried to kiss me and I never told her

It was 2024, December. I was at their place in Gbagada, helping her cook for her in-laws coming the next day. She left to buy something at the market, and her husband, Emeka, came into the kitchen. Just standing there, watching me stir the pot.

Next thing, he moved close and said, "You know I've always liked you. Even before I married her." He tried to hold my waist. I froze. I didn't scream. I didn't slap him. I just moved back and said, "Oga, your wife is coming." He laughed like it was a joke and walked out.

I finished cooking. I ate that night. I even laughed with them. I never told her. Two years now. She's pregnant with their second child. Every time I see her, my chest tightens. I don't know if silence is loyalty or betrayal. But I can't be the one to scatter her home.