My Husband Fell in Love with My Sister

When my husband cheated on me with my sister, should I seek revenge or offer my blessings?

Given my personality, I would only seek revenge. But what if a close family member wasn't betraying me but was seeking revenge against me?

If her revenge was reasonable after she had suffered grievances, what should I do?

01

I couldn't imagine discovering my husband's infidelity as soon as I returned home.

I didn't see a heated scene between lovers. What revealed everything was just a letter with a few words.

The words were enough to plunge my family, which had been full of love, into suspicion, confusion, indifference, and even jealousy. These simple words hurt me badly, and I need a lifetime to recover. The result was probably that the wound might never fully mend.

Ten minutes before the letter appeared before me, I had just returned from a business trip. Before I could have time to collapse onto the couch for a good rest, or even unpack my suitcase, I was in a rush to prepare a candlelit dinner to celebrate my husband's birthday.

During that hurried moment, I accidentally discovered his secret.

It was indirect evidence that he was cheating on me.

A meticulously crafted wooden box lay quietly beneath the wooden table. It was encased in a soft plastic delivery package that had been opened. The contents of the box had been removed, and only a crumpled piece of waste paper was there. "Honey, happy birthday..."

I was certain that I hadn't sent such a note to Cayson. Judging by the size of the box, it could only fit a watch.

My first reaction was that perhaps a woman had mistakenly sent something intended for her husband, and the delivery guy had accidentally placed it in Cayson's delivery basket.

Would the world be that small? How could two men with identical or similar names live so close together?

I became anxious and prepared various comforting thoughts to prevent my emotions from breaking down at any moment.

My nostrils inexplicably tingled with a sour sensation. Tears seemed to be about to fall like a summer storm.

I picked up the delivery package and carefully searched for the recipient's name. When I saw the recipient field was blank, I was a little relieved. It was a blessing that I couldn't confirm or deny whether it was meant for my husband.

But before my self-soothing joy could spread through my body, I found another slip beneath the delivery note. The name on it was unmistakably Cayson's, Cayson Clarke.

Cayson...

I dreamt of him even on my business trips. Whenever I saw him, I would feel happy.

Suddenly, I felt like I was drowning, desperately trying to grasp something as my mind raced with chaotic thoughts.

Countless small ideas leapt like fish in the water, creating ripples that made my heart ache.

I gasped for air and collapsed onto the couch instantly. I couldn't fathom how something so deeply rooted in my heart for over a decade could crumble in an instant.

Cayson was no longer the man my colleagues envied. He had become a crude, disgusting man embroiled in an affair.

I stared at the ceiling, lost in silence for a long time...

Suddenly, I seemed struck by inspiration. I sat up and comforted myself with the thought. "I haven't seen him cheating with my own eyes, so why am I so quick to assume he is unfaithful?"

Another thought flashed by. I would trick Cayson by saying that I couldn't return from my business trip and let him celebrate his birthday alone. If he was hiding something, it might be revealed in that way.

With this thought, I refused to let negative emotions dominate me and stood up from the couch.

02

I decided to call Cayson. But I couldn't alert him. I needed to let him off guard now. "Hello, could you connect me to Cayson?"

Upon hearing the voice of the receptionist at Cayson's company, I asked her to connect me to her boss, who was Cayson, my husband.

Soon, Cayson's voice came through the phone. "Honey."

"Honey, I have something to deal with today, so I won't be able to go back. Happy birthday in advance," I said slowly, forcing myself to suppress the emotions.

My voice was squeezed from my throat. Fortunately, the drilling sounds outside our house these days masked some of the clues, and Cayson didn't suspect anything.

I tried to detect any excitement in Cayson's response. But he was well-disguised. Each of his words seemed to express his deep regret that I couldn't return for his birthday celebration.

"Hmph, do you want to play hide and seek with me here? I believe your true colors will show soon. Let's see what you have to say then."

My heart was filled with anger. Yet I maintained a sweet demeanor with Cayson.

After some brief greetings, Cayson said goodbye over the phone and suggested we go to a fancy restaurant for dinner after I returned.

I readily agreed and quickly hung up.

"What should I do? What should I do?"

After hanging up, I felt a moment of panic. I couldn't anticipate how I would handle the worst result. Shall I explode in anger and curse the adulterers or silently leave without a word, never to return?

My senses were in confusion. After thinking it over, I remained at a loss. I decided not to think about it.

I quickly hid everything in inconspicuous corners, camouflaging the scene and concealing my presence. So the prey would lose its vigilance before falling into the trap.

At a quarter past four in the afternoon, I felt hungry. I found some desserts in the fridge to stave off the hunger. Then my mind quickly regained clarity.

"An eye for an eye." I silently recited that familiar phrase and suddenly felt empowered.

Why did Cayson dare to betray me when I loved him so deeply?

Which despicable woman, unloved and shameless, dared to have an affair with Cayson when I was away?

I kept questioning and searching for answers in the dark recesses of my mind.

If I couldn't find any answer, then let everything be destroyed.

Finally, I had a strong sense of revenge within me. That was right. I wanted revenge. I wanted to make the adulterers pay for what they had done.

I quickly made a plan. I would hide myself, gather the evidence, and exact revenge. It was a simple three-step strategy.

Everything hinged on the revenge.

As for how to exact revenge, I had only a vague idea. All outcomes had to be completed before they fell.

I had to strike at the heart in one go.

After making the plan, I gave a cunning smile.

Yet, when my mind was full of thoughts, I couldn't calm down in the room. I paced back and forth, sometimes looking out the window to see children playing after school and other times walking to Cayson's wardrobe.

I looked at the neatly arranged ties, suits, and pants and smirked contemptuously. "Such a successful man is so vile inside."

Time ticked away. Soon, it was dark. I knew Cayson would be home soon.

03

I hid in the inner wardrobe, found a comfortable position to sit there, and quietly awaited the show in the room. "Hmph, Cayson. Relax. I want to see your true face," I said in my mind.

At that moment, I was as calm as a still lake, emotionless.

As the prey relaxed its vigilance, the hunter became ruthless. I sneered inwardly.

"Ring."

The doorbell rang.

I chuckled silently. Cayson was testing whether I had returned. How cunning he was!

After a while, the door opened, and the sound of shuffling, mixed with the noise of leather shoes and high heels, reached my ears. My heart leapt to my throat, and I felt a surge of excitement.

The prey had shown up. I heard clearly the door open. Cayson must have opened it.

I listened intently to the footsteps and tried to figure out whether Cayson was going to the bathroom or the bedroom first after he got home.

I admired my patience. I could still follow the planned three-step strategy even in such circumstances.

As I was thinking, the sharp sound of high heels echoed. Then I heard a woman's low voice. "Are you sure she's not here?"

My mind jolted, and a wave of fear washed over me for no reason. Who was that woman coming to my home with Cayson?

Was she his colleague? Could she be the one who sent him the birthday card?

How far had things progressed between them?

What did she look like?

...

I spiraled into a frenzy of thoughts. I was sure that they were cheating on me when I was away.

The woman, whose voice I heard but hadn't seen, was undoubtedly the one who sent him the card. She brazenly called Cayson "Darling."

I hesitated to label her a home wrecker, as I clung to the last restraint.

It was a rational choice I could make after several painful hand-wringing sessions.

"Honey, she's definitely not here. Come in," Cayson said. His words confirmed the woman was indeed his mistress, the one who called him "honey."

And I had wondered who she was so eagerly.

Everything was confirmed. My wild imaginings turned into a painful reality.

I stayed hidden in the closet, and my mind was racing with chaotic thoughts. I had dozens of thoughts on my mind at that moment.

I imagined that woman pouting for a kiss and opening her arms for a hug while Cayson grinned foolishly as he embraced her.

Another moment, I remembered the first time Cayson bought me flowers. I had made countless wishes under shooting stars. It was a dazzlingly beautiful memory.

My mind raced like a stampede.

The sound of high heels followed by leather shoes approached and stopped at the bedroom door.

Cayson's voice was still magnetic. It trembled like a taut spring as he said, "How about a loving kiss?"

The woman's voice replied, "You're so bad."

My head buzzed again. The woman's voice sounded so familiar. Who was she? My heart leapt to my throat, and it was about to burst out.

My palms were sweaty. My mind started searching anew for the identity of this familiar yet strange voice.

04

"Your sister won't be back today. She even called me before."

I was shocked.

My mind deflated like a punctured balloon. The one having an affair with Cayson was actually my sister, Bianca Morton?

I couldn't believe it. Time in the closet seemed to have frozen. My breath quickened, and sweat beaded on my forehead. My palms were drenched.

I had planned to give Cayson a surprise. But I was shocked.

Before recognizing it was Bianca, I had imagined many vile faces. Some had cute faces with thick red lipstick, and others had oval faces with a faint mole under their brows.

All of them were alluring, breathing a seductive scent towards Cayson.

But I had never expected Bianca to appear.

She had actually betrayed me and had an affair with her brother-in-law. It was hard to accept and humiliating.

I should have stormed out of the closet angrily and slapped the woman seducing Cayson. But at that moment, I felt lost, ashamed, and confused.

I didn't know whether to walk out with anger or feigned ignorance.

So I stayed there and found the most comfortable position to sit down.

I glanced at Cayson's clothes, folded neatly before I left. I suddenly had a surge of anger. I tossed them to the floor and stomped on them.

The cheating couple embraced and entered the bedroom. Their lips were seemingly glued together and hadn't parted for a long time.

They tangled on the bed, followed by the rhythmic sounds of shoes hitting the floor and heavy breathing.

"Click!"

The front gate was open again, and a group of people rushed in like bandits. They shouted, "Happy birthday, Mr. Clarke."

With so many voices, they crowded into the bedroom.

"Knock, knock!"

The "bandits" outside the bedroom door knocked heavily and startled Cayson and Bianca on the bed. Through the closet crack, I saw them in a mess. They both wanted to seize the same blanket. Their naked bodies were exposed, and they cried out in panic.

The door was opened, revealing Cayson's colleagues, whom I had invited as "witnesses."

The moment the door opened, everyone became embarrassed. When the gazes of the guests and the couple met, the awkward atmosphere peaked.

Among the guests were my special invitees, my father-in-law and mother-in-law.

My mother-in-law glanced at Cayson, shook her head, and walked out.

My father-in-law was not good-tempered. He cursed, "Cayson, you little brat, how could you do such a thing?"

He cursed while blocking Cayson's colleagues out of the bedroom. Cayson's colleagues wisely stepped back. Some of them glanced back and said, "Happy birthday, Cayson. We're heading out."

But actually, they must be delighted inside after they witnessed their boss caught in a scandal with his sister-in-law. It was a sensational headline indeed.

Once the others left, the room became silent. I could hear Cayson's inner turmoil.

He breathed heavily, picked up the clothes from the floor, tossed them to Bianca, and signaled her to dress quickly. It seemed to erase the shameful story after they got dressed.

I suppressed the thrill of revenge, slowly pushed open the closet door, and walked out of the stifling darkness. My face was full of defiance.

I stood in front of the stunned couple, swiftly pulled out my phone, snapped several clear photos, and quietly left the bedroom. I even closed the door behind me.

The door clicked shut behind me.

05

As I exited the building, the blue sky and white clouds reappeared. A weight was instantly lifted off my chest. The long-suppressed emotions burst forth.

It was noisy there, and I didn't have to hold back my emotions.

An indescribable ache surged through me.

Tears began to flow uncontrollably from my eyes.

My heart seemed to be grabbed harshly by someone and suspended in mid-air. I was nearly breathless and gasping for air.

Though I had invited Cayson's parents and colleagues and asked them to secretly celebrate his birthday. So I took revenge, and he would be disgraced forever. But after others left, I still felt empty inside.

I didn't feel the satisfaction of revenge nor the sorrow of loss. I was only overwhelmed by anger and a sense of loss.

The anger made me easily tear. But at the same time, I became tough-minded. I wanted to cry and had to hold back.

Cayson had an affair with my sister. So I felt both ashamed and angry.

"Honey." A man's voice was heard from behind. I didn't look back, and I couldn't.