I should feel relieved, but all I feel is betrayal.
Emily is in my arms, sobbing, shaken by the lie that nearly tore us apart. The message spray-painted on my car—Hope She Was Worth It—planted doubt so deep it almost cost me my marriage.
The truth? My sister Claire did it. She twisted a vulnerable confession I made months ago—my fears about fatherhood—into justification for sabotage. She thought she’d “help” by making Emily think I cheated.
Emily left me that day, devastated. I scrubbed the message off my car, but not from her mind.
When I confronted Claire, she was smug—until I made her confess to Emily face-to-face.
Emily broke down again, not just from the pain, but from the betrayal. And Claire? She apologized, but the damage was done.
Emily and I are healing now, slowly. Claire, though?
She’s out of our lives—maybe for good.
Lesson learned: not everyone who claims to care about you actually does.
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