I will never forget the night everything I believed in shattered.
I came home early—arms full of groceries, mind full of plans for dinner—when I heard faint whispers drifting from my bedroom. At first, I thought I was imagining things. But as I stepped closer, my heart sank. When I pushed the door open, the truth split me in half.
My husband. My sister. In my own bed.
For a moment, I couldn’t breathe. They froze where they were, scrambling for excuses, grabbing at sheets, searching for words. None of them mattered. I stood there trembling, tears burning my eyes, and asked the only question my broken heart could form:
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