Trusting my sister, I lost my husband. Their romance was the greatest betrayal. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/6399d6/620x0/1/0/2025/02/09/6mgk0x4gdjz5ehs7s7s0ogbleycmpuz7qeljtydjho.jpg" alt = "sisters @pexels" styles = "background-color: rgba (158,160,156,1)" > < p > from the beginning she was everywhere full.

< p > — I just fell on coffee! & Amp; MDASH; M & oacute; she wrapped a wide smile when she came to us again without announcement.

< p > — Maybe I will stay for dinner ? — She asked carefree, sitting at the table and talking to my husband, as if they were the best friends & łmi.

< p > — Oh, Michał, how do you know yourself well on wine! You must teach me someday!

< p > Nothing bad. Like ordinary, family relationships.

< p > but I felt something was wrong.

< P >She was always with us. She entered our house without knocking, she sat in the living room for hours, and I began to have the impression that sometimes she was looking at my husband differently than she should.

< p > — You exaggerate — Michał m & oacute; when I started complaining. & Amp; MDASH; It's your sister, you should be happy that you have good relationships.

< p > so I was silent.

< p > until the day I discovered the truth.

< p > that evening I had home before. I was supposed to be at work longer, but the meeting was canceled. Entering the apartment, I immediately heard their voices.

< p > — And if she finds out 63 ~ — My sister asked quietly.

< p > — He won't find out. She suspects nothing — answered Michał.

< p > my heart froze.

< p > I couldn't move.

< p > — You know that it's just a matter of time — She continued. & Amp; MDASH; You love me ?

< p > A moment of silence fell, and then & hellip;

< p > — Yes

< P >Only one word. But it was enough for the whole m & oacute; j the world collapsed.

< p > I pushed the door of the living room.

< p > their faces pale. My sister jumped away from him like a burned, Michał froze motionless.

< p > — So it's true — I said quietly, feeling rage in my voice. & Amp; MDASH; How long ?

< p > My sister opened her mouth, but she didn't manage to say anything.

< p > — Year — threw out Michał.

< p > year.

< p > year of lies. The year in which I looked into my own sister's eyes and thought it was my friends & oacute; Year in which I was sleeping next to a man who cheated on me with my loved one.

< p > I felt how I feel weak.

< p > — Why ? — I whispered.

< p > — I don't know & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Michał looked down. & Amp; MDASH; It just came out.

< p > I laughed bitterly.

< p > — That's how it came out ?

< p > I looked at my sister. Did not look contrite.

< p > — We did not plan this & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; started.

< p > — Stop! & Amp; MDASH; I shouted and she fell silent.

< p > then I made the decision.

< p > — Both of them — I said in a cold voice.

< p > — Honey & Hellip; & Amp; MDASH; Michał took a step towards me.

< p > — I don't dare so much to me. Get out.

< p > I don't know if it was his look or the tone of my voice made him understand that I no longer have mercy.

< p > came out.

< p > and she, my own sister, followed him.

< p > I closed the door behind them.

< p > and then I allowed myself to cry.

Natasha Kumar

By Natasha Kumar

Natasha Kumar has been a reporter on the news desk since 2018. Before that she wrote about young adolescence and family dynamics for Styles and was the legal affairs correspondent for the Metro desk. Before joining The Times Hub, Natasha Kumar worked as a staff writer at the Village Voice and a freelancer for Newsday, The Wall Street Journal, GQ and Mirabella. To get in touch, contact me through my natasha@thetimeshub.in 1-800-268-7116