My Sister Confessed to Having an Affair with My Husband—But She Never Told Me Which One

The call came late one evening—Lily, my sister, her voice trembling. “I need to talk to you. It’s urgent.”

Worried, I met her at a café we used to love. When she walked in, pale and teary, I knew something was seriously wrong.

“I’ve been having an affair,” she confessed, “with your husband.”

My heart dropped. I whispered, “Which one?”

Confused, Lily asked, “What do you mean, which one?”

I told her the truth—I had two husbands. Adam, my husband of five years. And Ben, whom I secretly married four months ago. Neither knew about the other. I had kept both lives separate. Even Lily had no idea.

Shock rippled across her face. “You’ve been married to both of them? At the same time?”

“I couldn’t choose,” I admitted. “I thought I could love them both and keep it all hidden.”

Lily was devastated. “You dragged me into this,” she said. “I didn’t even know which man I was with… and now I find out he’s your husband?”

“I never meant for this to happen,” I said. “You didn’t know. You didn’t betray me.”

“But you betrayed all of us,” she replied, hurt and stunned. “And I don’t know if we can fix this.”

She walked out, leaving me with the wreckage of what I’d done.

I had tried to live two lives. Now both were falling apart—and I might have lost my sister forever.