Please advise her responsibly
Mummy I never believed a day would come when my own heart would betray me. I’ve always been the type of woman who trusts her husband completely. I stay in Lagos because of work, while my husband lives and works in Abuja. Distance wasn’t easy, but I trusted him with my whole chest.
My younger sister lives closer to Abuja, so she always volunteered to check on him. I didn’t suspect anything after all, she’s my bl00d, my own sister. Anytime my husband needed food or help, she would rush there and tell me, Sister don’t worry I’ve cooked for him, I’ve cleaned, I’ve taken care of him. I thought she was doing it out of love for me.
But life has a way of exposing what’s done in the dark.
One weekend, my husband came home to Lagos unexpectedly. He said he missed me, and I was so happy. That night, he slept off on the couch after eating. Normally, I never touch his phone. I’m not that kind of woman. But that day, for reasons I still don’t understand, his phone kept lighting up with messages. Curiosity pushed me. I picked it up.
He forgot to lock it.
The first message I saw was from my younger sister:
“I’ll be there this weekend as usual. Should I cook the okra soup you like?” Hope you’re coming back soon. Missed you.
My heart dropped.
I opened the chat fully… and that was when my legs started shaking. Messages upon messages, Photos…
Voice notes, Memories from months back. Talks about how she spends every weekend there. how she cooks for him. how she “takes care” of him in ways I can’t write here.
Everything I thought was innocent. was a whole relationship behind my back.
I confronted him right there, shaking like a leaf. He broke down and confessed. He said it “happened once” but they “continued talking.” He thought it would end. I called my sister and she started crying, saying she didn’t know how to tell me, that it was a mistake, that she got too close.
To make it worse, her daughter. The one she had last year. I now understand why she never mentioned the father. My sister’s child, Is for my husband.
Till today, I still don’t know how I didn’t kpai that night. The betrayal from my sister cuts deeper than anything. The disappointment from my husband is a wound that won’t heal quickly.
I’m still in shock.
Still trying to breathe.
Still trying to understand how people you love the most can hide the biggest kn!ves behind their smiles.
I don’t know my next step yet. I haven’t spoken to any of them, families are begging but i think i am done with both of them.
Please advise her responsibly
Mummy I never believed a day would come when my own heart would betray me. I’ve always been the type of woman who trusts her husband completely. I stay in Lagos because of work, while my husband lives and works in Abuja. Distance wasn’t easy, but I trusted him with my whole chest.
My younger sister lives closer to Abuja, so she always volunteered to check on him. I didn’t suspect anything after all, she’s my bl00d, my own sister. Anytime my husband needed food or help, she would rush there and tell me, Sister don’t worry I’ve cooked for him, I’ve cleaned, I’ve taken care of him. I thought she was doing it out of love for me.
But life has a way of exposing what’s done in the dark.
One weekend, my husband came home to Lagos unexpectedly. He said he missed me, and I was so happy. That night, he slept off on the couch after eating. Normally, I never touch his phone. I’m not that kind of woman. But that day, for reasons I still don’t understand, his phone kept lighting up with messages. Curiosity pushed me. I picked it up.
He forgot to lock it.
The first message I saw was from my younger sister:
“I’ll be there this weekend as usual. Should I cook the okra soup you like?” Hope you’re coming back soon. Missed you.
My heart dropped.
I opened the chat fully… and that was when my legs started shaking. Messages upon messages, Photos…
Voice notes, Memories from months back. Talks about how she spends every weekend there. how she cooks for him. how she “takes care” of him in ways I can’t write here.
Everything I thought was innocent. was a whole relationship behind my back.
I confronted him right there, shaking like a leaf. He broke down and confessed. He said it “happened once” but they “continued talking.” He thought it would end. I called my sister and she started crying, saying she didn’t know how to tell me, that it was a mistake, that she got too close.
To make it worse, her daughter. The one she had last year. I now understand why she never mentioned the father. My sister’s child, Is for my husband.
Till today, I still don’t know how I didn’t kpai that night. The betrayal from my sister cuts deeper than anything. The disappointment from my husband is a wound that won’t heal quickly.
I’m still in shock.
Still trying to breathe.
Still trying to understand how people you love the most can hide the biggest kn!ves behind their smiles.
I don’t know my next step yet. I haven’t spoken to any of them, families are begging but i think i am done with both of them.
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