The Reunion That Healed More Than I Expected

“I know this is probably going to sound insane,” she started, her eyes darting around the room, “and I swore I’d never tell anyone. But seeing you both here tonight… seeing you look like you’re finally finding some peace… I can’t live with it anymore.” She took a shaky breath. “He never cheated on you with me.“

My blood ran cold again, but this time it was different.

Confused. “What are you talking about?” My voice was sharp, cutting through the sudden silence in my mind. “I saw you!

With my own eyes! Draped all over him, in his apartment, the morning after our fight!” The memory, so vivid, so painful, surged forward, raw and alive. Her eyes welled up.

“Yes. You did. But it wasn’t what it looked like.

I was… I was paid. To be there. To stage it.”

PAID?

My mind reeled. PAID? Who would pay someone to stage an affair?

This wasn’t making any sense. “What are you talking about?” I demanded, my voice rising. “Who?

Why?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, a tear tracing a path down her cheek. “I needed the money. Desperately.

My mother was sick. And someone approached me. Said it would be a simple job.

Just be seen with him, look like we were intimate. Make sure you saw it.”

My head was spinning. This was a nightmare.

A new, more twisted nightmare. IT WAS ALL A LIE. The betrayal I thought I understood, the one I had just begun to forgive… it was built on quicksand.

“Who?” I whispered, the word barely escaping my lips. “Who would do something like this?”

She looked up, her gaze meeting mine, and her next words didn’t just break me. They OBLITERATED me.

“Your sister.“Continue reading…