Am I A Traitor?

I met H. through my best friend. We were 18 years old with her, and he was my uncle at 25. He liked her very much, and she was very annoyed with him, because his feelings were obvious, and V. (my friend) had nothing to do with him. Well, we met H. and we always saw each other on various holidays and parties. V. was very happy with my presence, because I diverted his attention to myself and did not tease her so much, she had a better time this way, and I was not annoyed by his behavior and we even understood each other properly. One night what was expected happened, we pushed each other, but we didn't get to sex - drunk piss, can we at all. But then V. was asleep, so he didn't understand anything and we fell silent. The other night, however, I went to the restaurant where he worked because I had an argument with someone, I don't remember, but I was angry and I went there. We drank a little, then he came home with me. And we had sex. We were silent again, I knew I would be a second violinist, but I didn't care, I didn't sleep at all during that period - I was still about to leave my hometown, so there was no point in making a serious relationship. From time to time we spent the evening together, the rest of us behaved like just friends. And V. did not understand anything. I didn't want to tell her, because he always hoped he would be noticed. Although to this day he claims that when he joined me at the dance, he no longer cared much about her. It may be so, but I doubt it. I was accepted to the university, it was time to go my own way and he offered me to become boyfriends. I refused him, of course, it didn't make sense. We weren't there until then, what was the point of leaving. I came to Sofia, settled down, I started rebuilding my life and met a tense young man with whom we became boyfriends. Nice boy - as a character mostly, but also in appearance. We got along well, I thought I was in love and at one point I went home for Easter in my hometown and saw H. Hey, a spark ignited - not to see him! It was very difficult for me not to throw myself at his neck. But I managed somehow, I pushed the break crookedly to the left and returned to Sofia. One day H. called me - he was going to come to the capital for a job interview, could he stay with us. Well, what can't he do in the end He came, I quarreled with my friend, because he could not perceive how a boy would sleep in our country just like that. He was right young man, but I also teased him, because I had managed to be patient in Dobrich and I knew for myself that I could be trusted. But now what can I tell him at length ... We broke up. And H. came. This time I didn't pull at him at all, and he was super cool. Not like when I lived with ours it seems like it's just sex. No, this time there was romance, such a cool mood. And let me quickly fall in love, what is my job. The job interview was successful and he came to Sofia to live. He came straight to us, we lived free and happy. At that time V. was abroad, he was talking. We heard each other from the rain and the wind, we were rather texting, and since we both didn't have time, they were always written quickly - who is discussing your love life. But 5-6 months ago she came home for the first time in years. He went to theirs first. Of course, when she came to BG I told her what she was talking about, but on the phone I did not say that she took it very seriously. She came to see us, she was constantly belittling our relationship and making some comments, but I was so glad to see her that I didn't care at all. She also moved to the capital, started working here, but did not live with us, although I offered her. We see each other from time to time, she kept asking me if we would break up with X anymore. And he, the darling, proposed to me. Of course I accepted, how else. And, aren't we, super happy and satisfied, we're going to tell her. And the next day she calls me for coffee, we meet and she tells me that she was in love with him, she accuses me of how I could take it from her, she roars like a small child and shakes. I don't know if I feel guilty, what to do. That I feel that way - there is. But if we look at how things stood: she paid no attention to him, it is natural for him to fall in love with another; it is true that it is a little painful for the other to be me, but it does not ask who is with whom; There is also the fact that even if we part with him right now - he will not go to her, his longing has long passed, and he has some pride, after all, she behaved with him to the end as if he were * garbage. with apology; love it. My dilemma is internal. She managed to make the movie that I was a traitor, but I want to believe that I am not. In the end, they weren't together if I had stolen it from her ... Am I wrong in my thoughts?