My Sister Took My Husband, but Our Thanksgiving Reunion Revealed an Even Bigger Secret

My Sister Stole My Husband, but That Wasn’t the Biggest Secret Unveiled at Our Thanksgiving Reunion — Story of the Day

I never imagined that a single Thanksgiving would completely transform my life. However, when I pulled into the driveway of my mother’s house, I realised that it was more than just a holiday supper. There were secrets that my sister guarded that I had no intention of facing. And one of them was going to destroy the life that I had constructed for myself.

I was sitting in the passenger seat of the automobile as it hummed along the winding road. I was playing with the zipper of my jacket, which was a nervous habit that I had picked up when I was a child.

Jason, my husband, was behind the wheel, his expression unruffled and intent, as if this was just another Sunday trip or something. While all was going on, our children, Jamie and Lyla, were contentedly tucked up in the backseat, with the comic book spread out across their knees.

To the children, this is nothing more than a light-hearted trip to Grandma’s house, but for me?

The eyebrow was lifted by Jason, and he smiled at me in a teasing manner.

“Jesus, it’s time for the family get-together. What could possibly go wrong “

Almost laughed out loud. What could possibly go wrong? Without a doubt, he had never encountered my sister, Carol, under the appropriate… well, the incorrect circumstances. The events that transpired today had all the markings of becoming one of those situations.

Lyla was singing an off-key rendition of some pop song, while Jamie was completely engrossed in his comic book. The children were blissfully unconscious of what was going on.

Mostly to myself, I let out a sigh. “Jason, you really are one lucky individual. You don’t have any sisters, I see.

It was a snort. “Are you lucky? I’d say that you’re quite fortunate. You have a friend who is constantly on your side!

It was so hard that I rolled my eyes that they almost got stuck. While he was patting my knee, Jason laughed.

Let’s get this over with. However, this is not for Carol, is it correct? “This is for your mother.”

As I thought about my mother’s phone conversation, I became more empathetic. Her voice had been so trembling that each syllable sounded like a pleading sigh.

Please, Julia, come with me. I don’t have a lot of time left anymore. If only for a moment, I would like to see my girls together.

I whispered, “Yeah… it’s for Mom,” and I meant it.

“All right, if your sister begins, you’ll have me on your side. I will challenge her insults and take a few for the team. I will throw myself in front of her.

Laughing, I shook my head in agreement. Wait just a moment, because you’ll be pleading for forgiveness in just five minutes. It is Carol’s speciality to make people feel as though they are about two inches tall.

When Jason stared at me, he acted as if he were in complete and utter fear. “Oh my goodness! This is my end!”

The tightness that had been building up in my chest began to ease up as I couldn’t help but giggle. I could almost fool myself into thinking that it was simply another drive on the road.

On the other hand, as we rounded the corner, we saw it right there. Despite the fact that Mom’s house was standing precisely as it had always been, I couldn’t help but feel as though I was being cast in a drama that I had not requested.

“Here we go,” I mumbled to myself.

I caught Jason’s attention. “Are you ready?”

“Without a doubt never.”
I had hardly had time to take in the familiar surroundings when I noticed them as we entered the room. I was a little surprised to see them. Mark, along with Carol. Ex-husband of mine.

A man who I had once considered to be the person I would spend the rest of my life with was standing next to my sister with his arm casually slung around her shoulders.

The speaker said, “Well, well, look who decided to show up,” In addition, Carol’s tone was a little bit too sweet, and her grin was a little bit too brilliant.

It’s Carol. I made an effort to avoid looking directly at Mark while I feigned a polite nod.

I could sense Jason’s interested attention coming from the direction of my side, and I believe he was attempting to make sense of what he was witnessing. Carol swung around and virtually leaned into Mark, as if they were starring in a commercial for a happy couple.

She stated it with a tone that was dripping with sarcasm, “We are so glad you came, sister.” The other day, Mark and I were simply discussing how much time has passed since we had all been in the same place together.

When Jason moved in towards me, his voice was barely audible above a whisper. His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Is that your former partner?”

I responded with a hushed “Yes,” despite the tightness that was developing in my throat. And now he is with her,” she said.

The words “Wow… didn’t see that coming” were spoken under Jason’s breath as he delivered a low whistle that conveyed his admiration.

I responded with the same sarcastic tone as my sister, saying, “Oh, it’s really something.”

It was a torturous dinner. It was impossible for Carol to refrain from throwing in some passive-aggressive remarks.

As she looked over my jumper and pants, she commented, “So, Julia, I see you’re still into those… practical outfits.” Her eyes seemed to wander over my clothing.

I had made up my mind to maintain the tranquilly. The phrase “comfort over fashion” makes sense.

A soft chuckle came from Carol’s mouth. “Oh, of course, not a doubt about that. A number of people are not concerned with maintaining their appearance.

A brief squeeze was given to my hand by Jason under the table, which served as a quiet reminder to let go of it. Still, Carol was not finished.

How are things going for you in the suburbs? Required to be… foreseeable. Not much excitement, if I may put it that way?

I grasped my fork even more tightly than before. “Indeed, it’s quite pleasant. We are a member of a wonderful community, and there is plenty of room for children to run around.

There was a clear indication that Mom was aware of the stress.

“It means a great deal to me to have all of you here together,” she said. What I really want is for all of us to be able to let go of their pasts. For the sake of tonight, I would appreciate it if we could all make an effort to be appreciative, as Thanksgiving is all about being thankful.

I was having a hard time maintaining my composure as I gazed down. In my thoughts, I kept repeating, “For Mom.” When I looked up, however, I noticed that Carol was wearing a smug face, and something within me broke.

“Thankful for what? Would you like me to express my gratitude, Mom? There was a noticeable tremor in my voice. “Much gratitude for what?” Is it my sister who has taken my spouse away?

I could feel Jason’s palm tightening around mine as the room fell into complete silence. It is a blessing that the children were playing outside.

With a completely nonchalant expression, Carol rolled her eyes. “I beg you, Julia, please. You moved on in a timely manner, that’s for sure. You went on to find a new husband, and to add insult to injury, you became pregnant.

As she snapped her fingers, the sound reverberated through the tense atmosphere. The mother appeared to be in a state of shock, as her face was pale and she went for her water glass while her hands were slightly shaking.

At that same moment, I was unable to determine whether I was feeling more offended or ashamed, but I was aware of one thing: Thanksgiving was not even close to being celebrated.

It was Jason who drew me away. Julia, I don’t understand why you didn’t tell me any of this. I was aware that things were somewhat heated with Carol, but…” He appeared to be in a state of genuine trepidation as he ran his fingers through his hair and trailed off.

While attempting to evade his stare, I clinched my hands. “I did not want to involve you in it,” she said. It occurred to me that perhaps if I refrained from discussing it, it might not be as painful.

He let out a sigh and drew me in closer. “All right, then I see why we don’t come here too often. “Your sister is… a wholly different person.”

I managed to muster up a sour smile and cast my gaze towards the dining room, where Carol and Mark were still engaged in conversation, looking like the epitome of a flawless marriage.

I agree. The woman is something.”

The frown on Jason’s brow deepened as he followed my gaze. To be sure… This is something that I had not noticed before, but Jamie… he looks a lot like…”

As my heart skipped a beat, I snarled at Jason, “Stop what you’re doing.” It was, however, too late.

The voice of Carol pierced the atmosphere of the room like a dagger. Did I hear my name? Oh, I’m very sorry about that.

As she approached, her face was adorned with a false sense of tenderness, but her eyes were begging for some drama.

Jason, please hurry up. I believe you were just mentioning something about Jamie, wasn’t that right?

In an uneasy manner, Jason altered his position, and his hand slipped away from my shoulder. “It was nothing, just a… a silly observation,” the speaker said.

“Don’t be so timid, okay? It would be wonderful to hear it. It’s real. It’s like, if it’s about family, then we’re all members of the same family, right?

As she gazed at me directly, I experienced a sensation of the ground shifting beneath my feet.

The tone of Jason’s voice was unclear. “All I did was… It has come to my attention that Jamie reminds me of Mark.

The words lingered in the air, causing everything to become frozen. I could feel the heat rising from my face, and my hands were shaking.

Wow, Julia, are you serious? Carol made a sneering sound. And here I was thinking that you had evolved in such a lovely manner. A closer look reveals that you are still holding to my husband.

Suddenly, my voice began to shake as I yelled out, “That is not what this is about, Carol.” “And you are aware of it.”

It seems to me that this is precisely what this is all about. Despite the fact that she is constantly playing the victim, Julia still manages to retain her claws in my life no matter what. It’s a complete and utter pity.”

My throat was suffocated by the humiliation and wrath. Mother materialised in the threshold of the doorway, her face pallid and her hands slightly shaking.

“Shall we please… ladies, that is enough. It is the holiday of Thanksgiving. What we are meant to do is put the past in the past.

But Carol simply laughed it off. I was aware of the pain the tears were causing, but I was determined not to let her see me cry.

Carol, for the first time in your life, would you be able to just stop? You have made it into a performance that is completely bizarre.

Oh, you mean I’m the one who’s turned everything into a performance? Carol’s laugh appeared to be mocking. Coming from the girl who is always playing the role of the martyr, that is rather impressive.

When Jason entered the room, his tone was tense. “Alright, both of you, that is sufficient by now. This situation is getting out of hand.

With a stern expression on her face, Carol pointed her finger in his direction. Don’t get involved with this, Jason. You have no idea what to expect from her in real life. What you have seen is merely the side that she allows you to see.

I say, “That’s enough!” When we heard Mom’s voice crack, we all turned around. The doorframe was being held by her hand, and she was noticeably swaying. “I… ” I am unable to… I had hoped that this would be…”

In an instant, Jason and I moved forward to help her stabilise herself when she encountered a stumble. As I glanced at my mother, who appeared fragile and disturbed, I felt all of my wrath wash away. It was the first time that I was able to see the impact that this was having on her.

A tired but determined expression appeared on Mom’s face as she carefully sat down. She turned her gaze to the children, who, despite the fight, held their wide-eyed expressions.

She asked with a gentle tone, “Why don’t you two go watch some cartoons?” while attempting to maintain a tiny grin. Both Jamie and Lyla gave a slight nod before leaving. When they had left, Mom took a deep breath and folded her hands. She then continued on with her day.

The question “Mom, are you okay?” With a heavy burden of guilt resting on my shoulders, I enquired.

She gazed up, her eyes penetrating the scene. “No, Julia,” she replied. It is not okay with me. And I haven’t been this way for a very long time. So that’s why I… Indeed, I have lied.

Surprised, Carol and I exchanged glances with one another.

I’m not going to die. Absolutely not nauseous at all. I had to say that in order to bring both of you here. According to her explanation, “I couldn’t bear to see you tearing each other apart,” she said while staring between us.

A cross was made by Carol’s arms. What you’re saying is that you merely wanted us to seem like we were a happy family?

While taking a deep breath, Mom’s eyes alternated between the two of us and then moved to Jason. With a gentle tone, she acknowledged the truth that we had been avoiding by saying, “I know, Julia… and I know Jamie isn’t Jason’s.” And Jason, I am aware that this is not an easy task.

Jason gave a slight nod but remained mute. Next, Mom turned her gaze to Carol. “And Carol, I am aware that you have also repressed a great deal of anguish. All of us are harmed by it.

If only we could see each other, Jamie would be able to be with his father as a buddy without having to go through the process of explaining things. We have the potential to become a family, even if it does not go according to our original plans. For the benefit of the children. That is Jamie. Lyla’s sake.”

Her words struck a chord deep within. I noticed that Carol’s eyes mirrored the same pain that I had seen.

Carol heaved a sigh of relief. “Perhaps we are able to… find it out. This is for them,” she murmured, indicating the den with her head.

Despite my shaking, I managed to muster a smirk. I agree. For the benefit of them.”

“Thank you,” our mother mumbled, her voice cracking as she did so. “That was all I cared about.”

Eventually, as the evening progressed, the tension began to subside. Although we did not have all of the answers, we were prepared to give it a shot.

When we were in the living room, Mark came in. First, he peered at me, and then he gazed in Jamie’s direction before nodding. Perhaps it is time for me to get to know my son better.

Jason softly gripped my hand as he stood next to me, indicating that he was open to the possibility of Jamie having another father figure. My heart was overwhelmed with gratitude for his unspoken support.

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