I thought I knew my husband until he left me shocked and numb by throwing a major twist into our relationship. It was something I never anticipated but to add salt to the wound, he envisioned himself coming out the winner after breaking MY heart! I was having none of it!
Hey everyone, my name is Tanya, 34, and boy do I have a tale to tell! So basically, after being married for a decade, my husband, Alex, 35, suddenly surprised me when he told me he wanted a divorce! Okay, I am getting ahead of myself, I’m just so upset!
*Takes a deep breath*
Alright, let me tell you how this whole divorce thing came about and why my formerly loving husband now wanted to discard me.
Walking into our house that day, I was met with a sight that chilled me to the bone. There was some girl in the kitchen preparing a meal, and she was wearing my favorite pajamas—the ones with the quirky cats dancing across the fabric.
My husband is sprawled on the couch looking quite comfortable for someone who has a random woman in our home. I’m LIVID, all ready to make a scene, but then she turns around, and I just GASP… the woman is my sister, Clara, 38!
The air was thick with an unspoken tension that immediately put me on edge. “Clara, why are you here? And why in the world are you wearing my clothes?” My voice was a mix of bewilderment and rising irritation.
I was honestly shocked to see her there looking so comfortable in my home and thought maybe she got kicked out of her apartment or something and needed our assistance for a while.
Her response, delivered with a smirk that could curdle milk, sent shockwaves through me. “Oh, darling, I’m moving in. Didn’t Alex tell you?” Her casual dismissal of my feelings was a slap in the face, but the real blow came when Alex got up and wrapped his arms around her, their lips meeting in a kiss that was anything but brotherly!!!
My heart stopped, and for a moment, I couldn’t breathe. I was SHOCKED and felt dizzy! “You guys can’t be serious,” I gasped, my voice barely above a whisper. I felt a ringing in my ears as if an explosion had gone off as I put two and two together:
“My husband is dating MY SISTER!?”
“I haven’t been happy in our marriage for years, Tanya. And to be honest, I’d like to focus my attention on my career,” my cheating husband informed me. I figured my sister was in on his plan because she’d always been jealous of my life and relationship.
See Clara had always been our parents’ favorite and “angelic” child who could do no wrong, but as the years went by, they started seeing how she hid behind excuses and me to get out of taking any accountability for her life. “When are you getting a job Cla?” our parents would ask.
“You need to be more like your younger sister, find your way in life,” they’d say.
She resented that comparison because it meant she wasn’t their “good girl” anymore who just had to breathe to be celebrated. I only dated about two guys before meeting Alex, while Clara went through men like a toddler going through candy!
“Why do you always have to act perfect?” she’d taunt me when our parents came down hard on her. “I am not ‘perfect’ Clara, I am just trying my best. Have you ever considered doing that perhaps?” I’d challenge her. But I had no idea how far she’d go to be the shining star in the family, even if it meant taking something that wasn’t hers to take!
Andy’s confessions could fill a telenovela season as he spills about a decade-long affair, even trying to woo Jean right before her wedding. The audacity! It’s a rollercoaster of emotions, but his wife emerges not as a damsel in distress but a warrior, taking no prisoners and starting anew, with the measuring cup that uncovered the betrayal as a symbol of her newfound strength.
This work is inspired by real events and people, but it has been fictionalized for creative purposes. Names, characters, and details have been changed to protect privacy and enhance the narrative. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.
The author and publisher make no claims to the accuracy of events or the portrayal of characters and are not liable for any misinterpretation. This story is provided “as is,” and any opinions expressed are those of the characters and do not reflect the views of the author or publisher.
A woman told her daughter that her father had passed away – years later, the girl uncovered a heartbreaking truth
When Cassie returns from a getaway with her husband and son, she walks into her home to see a cryptic message from her mother — telling her to watch a video. As Cassie presses play, her entire life changes. In the end, she’s left wondering which of her parents are worthy of forgiveness.
In my eyes, my father could do no wrong. He was everything I needed him to be and more. He was a businessman who was always traveling, but he ensured that he made enough time for me.
“You’re my little girl, Cassie,” he would say, bopping my nose with his index finger. “You’re the most special.”
My parents always went out of their way for me — ensuring that despite their busy schedules, we would have family dinner almost every night.
It was the one thing that kept me grounded while both of my friends from school were in the middle of their parents’ messy divorces.
“I think it’s trendy now,” I told my mother as she cut slices of banana bread for me after school one day.
“Cas, you cannot think that divorce is trendy,” she laughed. “It’s devastating and traumatic, and very few families actually keep things civil.”
“I’m just saying that it’s trendy because a lot of kids live between two homes,” I explained to her. “It’s one of those things we were talking about in class today.”
I was fourteen, and the world seemed more dramatic than it should have been.
But what I didn’t know was that my words seemed to be an incantation that settled over our home.
A few weeks after that conversation, my father went away on a business trip. A few hours after he had been gone, there was news of his passing.
“How?” I asked. “How did he die?”
“I don’t know what to tell you, Cassie,” she replied. “I’m just saying what the paramedics told me.”
“So what will we do next?” I asked.
“What do you mean?” she asked, puzzled by the question.
“For the funeral?” I asked. “Aren’t we going to have one?”
“I don’t think so,” my mother replied. “Dad wanted to be cremated and have his ashes spread at the beach. Let’s do that instead.”
I couldn’t fathom why my mother would want to do that — but at the end of the day, she knew my father best. And the longer I thought about it, the more beautiful and sentimental a private ceremony at the beach felt.
“Don’t be difficult, Cassie,” my mother said when she saw me thinking about my next move.
“I’m not,” I said. “Really. I was just thinking about it. It’s a great idea, Mom.”
I could have fought her for a send-off that I thought would have been more appropriate. But what use would it have been? At the end of the day, we had both lost him.
The months following the beach ceremony felt weighted, and I knew that I was becoming deeply depressed — my father had been our world. And his absence was felt more than anything.
But, with time, I learned to live with it.
Last week, I decided to book a cabin in the woods for a little family vacation. My son was adamant that camping was the new best thing, and I knew that despite the wonders of nature, I wasn’t going to camp in a tent without a bathroom in sight.
Instead, I thought that a cabin would be the best option — my husband, Derek, could camp outside with Drew, our son, if he insisted on it.
We had a dog, therefore, I asked my mother to house-sit for the week so that we could be at peace, knowing that Romeo was taken care of.
A week away was more than enough to restore my mind — and eventually, when we went back home, I was surprised to see that my mother wasn’t there. In fact, it looked like she had never been there.
But there, on the coffee table, was a note beneath the TV remote.
Watch this, Cassie. I’m sorry. — Mom
I didn’t know what was in store for me, but while Derek got Drew into the bath, I put the TV on and began to watch whatever my mother had planned.
The TV flickered to life, and there he was, my father, his voice a long-lost melody, his image aged but still, unmistakably him.
Tears streamed down my face as the realization that he was still alive enveloped me in a mix of joy and disbelief.
The video message was nothing short of unpredictable.
My dear Cassie, I’m still here, alive. I’m so sorry for the pain that you must have felt from my loss. But it was needed. I needed to be removed from your life because of the sordid truth of my past. Your mother knows everything, please ask her for the truth.
My health is on a steady decline, and I would love to see you and explain it all.
Love you, Dad.
Without telling Derek or Drew anything, I grabbed the car keys and ran out. I needed my mother to explain.
“So, I bet you’ve got questions for me,” she said, opening the door.
“Explain it all,” I said.
“Cassie, it’s heavy. You look tired from your trip; are you sure you want to do this now?” she asked.
I nodded. It was now or never. I needed to know why my father faked his own death to get out of our lives.
My mother made us some tea and took out some shortbread.
“Darling,” she said. “I’ll understand if you don’t forgive me, but there’s so much about that time that I need to tell you.”
I sipped my tea, trying to figure out what my mother was about to tell me.
“I remember that you were telling me about your friend’s parents getting divorced. Do you remember that?” she asked.
I nodded. Of course, I did. It was the strangest thing, but it was so common when I was in school.
“Well, your father and I were not legally married. So when I told him about our conversation regarding divorce, he was actually relieved. Without being married, there would be no divorce.”
“What’s the big deal?” I asked.
“Then I found out that the real reason that we didn’t get married was because your father was already married to another woman.”
“What?” I exclaimed, almost dropping my cup. “To who?”
“To a woman in the town where he always had his business trips.”
“You didn’t know?” I asked, unable to believe her words.
“Of course not!” she exclaimed. “But when I pressed him about it, he decided to choose that family over us. So, I told him that the story was going to be his death.”
We were both silent for a moment.
Turns out that my mother told him that she would never tell me the truth, not when he was my favorite person. She couldn’t burst my bubble in that way. And she refused to let him see me one more time.
“It was better for you to think that it was an accident,” my mother said. “It just made more sense.”
Now, I understood why we didn’t have a funeral for him.
“What did we throw into the sea, then?” I asked.
“Dust,” she replied with a straight face.
My mother had spoken to him twice over the years. The second time being a day ago.
During their meeting, my father confessed his imminent death due to illness and requested that she give me the recording. My mother, torn by guilt and love, chose to write me the note and have the recording all set for me to watch.
“I would have taken the secret to my grave,” she said. “But knowing that he was ill and wanted to see you just struck something in me.”
Compelled by a need to confront the reality of my father’s existence, I traveled to the state where he lived with his other family.
I spent a few weeks with my father — going in and out of hospitals, watching him take an array of different medication, and growing weaker by the day.
Sitting at his bedside, I listened to his stories, the regrets, the moments of joy, and the love he had for all his children — myself included.
When things started to go downhill, I asked Derek to fly over with Drew. It was going to be a fleeting moment, but at least I’d know that my son had met my father.
A few days later, my father died.
Even now, I don’t know if I’ve forgiven him for the lie of having a double life. I just know that when it came to it in the end — I wanted to spend time with him. I had shoved my feelings aside, hoping for memories that I could figure out later.
But now that the dust has settled, I’m trying to figure out if I should forgive my mother for lying.
What would you do?
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