“Can’t wait to see you. Time tomorrow, sweetheart.”
At first, I thought I was misreading it. My hands started shaking before my mind could catch up. I opened the message thread, hoping there was some explanation that would make sense of it all.
There wasn’t.
What I found was months of conversations. Messages filled with affection, plans to meet. Things that no married man should be saying to anyone else. My chest tightened as I scrolled further. There were photos too. Not innocent ones. Intimate ones.
Then I saw her face.
It was Harper.
I remember staring at the screen, trying to convince myself I was wrong… There was no mistake. My husband and my sister had been having an affair. For months. Since early in my pregnancy.
The room felt like it was spinning. I could hear the water still running in the bathroom, completely unaware that everything had just changed.
