My Sister Betrayed Me, but Life Had Its Own Lesson for Her

My Perfect Sister Stole My Husband While I Was Pregnant but Soon Regretted It and Begged Me for Help – Story of the Day

I was devastated when my husband was taken by my ideal sister when I was expecting. She always thought she was superior to me and eventually achieved her goals. However, life has a way of making things better. She came to my door pleading for assistance after everything fell apart for her.

I had been in second place all my life. I was never enough for my parents, no matter how hard I tried. I did everything in my power to make them proud, kept my room immaculate, and brought home consecutive As.

However, none of that was important. Their bright spot was my younger sister, Stacy. Stacy was smashing swim meet records, and I was quietly performing well in school and doing things without being questioned.

My parents lavished her with attention and devoted every free moment to her accomplishment. I felt unnoticeable.

My grandmother was the only one who ever really seen me. She would frequently bring me to her house, where I experienced a level of affection and warmth that I never experienced at home.

She reared me in many respects. I learnt to cook, watched old films, and felt important while spending weekends and summers with her.

My parents didn’t even act like they cared when I graduated from high school. They told me I was now on my own and threw me out.

After I received a scholarship, my grandmother assisted me in moving into my college residence hall.

My sole escape route was the scholarship. I refused to accept any more money from her once I turned eighteen.

I’d had enough of her. I was pleased to be able to repay her when I eventually found a solid job after college.

I’m married to Henry now. He was never liked by my grandmother. I thought he loved me, but she always stated something felt strange about him.

However, my grandmother has been feeling ill lately. As I drove to her house, I had a knot in my gut.

I had to go see her, I knew. I had always needed her, and now she needed me.

We were drinking tea at the kitchen table. With her gaze fixed on the cup, my grandmother carefully stirred her tea. Then she questioned, “Are you still with Henry?” looking up.

My fingers clenched on my mug as I froze for a second. “Obviously,” I said. “We’re wed.”

Her gaze remained fixed on mine. “As well as his affairs?”

I shifted in my chair uneasily. I didn’t want to admit how much that inquiry stung. I remarked, “He promised he wouldn’t cheat again.”

“And you think he’s real?” she said quietly.

I muttered, “I’m trying.” “He adores me.” I have to think so. After a moment of hesitation, I said, “I’m pregnant.” I want a father for my child.

The look on my grandmother’s face remained unchanged. “May, that’s not love,” she murmured softly.

I tried to persuade him by saying, “He sees me.”

She questioned, “So why does he spend so much time with your parents and Stacy?”

I turned my head away. “I also speak with them. I tried to dismiss it by saying, “Just not as much.”

“Exactly.” Then she sighed deeply. “My friend caught Henry and Stacy together, and I don’t want to offend you. They were in a dining establishment.

I felt sick to my stomach. I thought I was having trouble breathing. “What are you saying?” My voice trembled as I asked.

She said, “Perhaps Stacy couldn’t handle you being happy.”

“That is absurd!” With my heart racing, I yelled. “I don’t want to discuss this!”

I picked up my purse and got to my feet. I was no longer able to listen. I heard her voice, calm yet worried, as I made my way to the door. She said softly, “May, my love, I’m just trying to be of assistance.” However, I had already left.

I was boiling with rage as I drove home. This time, my grandmother had gone too far.

How could she have spoken such a harsh thing? Despite his faults, Henry was making an effort. What about Stacy? Even if she was self-centred, she wouldn’t go to such lengths.

I shut off the engine as soon as I came into the driveway and inhaled deeply. I had to relax.

However, I had a bad feeling as soon as I entered. Then I heard sounds from the upper floor.

Sounds that shouldn’t have been there, soft and muted. As I ascended the steps, my heart raced.

I grabbed for the bedroom door with trembling hands. I froze after swinging it open.

Stacy and Henry. in my bed.

My eyes welled up with tears. I was immobile. The world paused for a second. I was first noticed by Henry.

He sprang out of bed, frantically putting on his clothing as his eyes widened in fear.

“May! Why have you come here? Panic infused Henry’s voice as he yelled.

I was shocked by what I heard. “How come I’m in my own home?” My voice trembled as I screamed.

“Your grandmother’s was where you were meant to be!” Henry tugged at his shirt and barked.

“You only have that to say?” I questioned, tears welling up in my eyes. “Is that your excuse for getting caught in bed with my sister?”

“So what?” Sitting upright in bed, Stacy said. A grin appeared on her face. “I am superior to you. I was and always have been. It makes sense why Henry also recognised it.

“You dare!” My rage boiled over and I roared.

“But it’s true,” Henry uttered in a chilly, harsh voice. “Stacy is more attractive. She wears cosmetics, maintains her fitness, and always looks nice.

“And she’s not employed!” I lost my temper.

“Working is irrelevant,” Henry declared. And let’s be truthful. You’ve put on weight.

I felt sick to my stomach. Instinctively, my hand stroked my abdomen. “Because I’m expecting! Along with your kid! I let out a yell.

Henry’s expression stiffened. He remarked, “I’m not sure if that’s true.” We spoke, Stacy and I. The baby may or may not be my.

My jaw dropped. I was having trouble breathing. “Are you serious? It’s you who has repeatedly cheated on me!

Henry crossed his arms as if he were the victim and remarked, “Maybe you cheated too.”

“That’s correct!” Stacy added, her voice brimming with contentment.

“Stop talking!” With trembling hands, I shouted at her.

Henry said, “She can say whatever she wants.” “I’ve finished this. I’m going to file for divorce.

“Are you serious?” My heart was racing when I screamed.

Indeed. Henry remarked icily, “Pack your things and leave by tonight.” “My name is on the house.”

I wiped away my tears and mocked. After saying, “We’ll see how long you last without me,” I turned to face Stacy. For your information, he has been out of work for six months. He is unable to even get employment.

“He continued to buy me pricey presents,” Stacy remarked with a smug smile.

“Whose money did he use?” With a voice full of disgust, I shot back.

I crammed clothing into bags and packed my belongings. By nightfall, I had left. There was nowhere else for me to go.

As I travelled to the only location I knew would be safe, my heart broke. I rang the bell when I was standing at my grandmother’s door.

I was unable to contain myself when she opened it and saw me. “You were right,” I said in a whisper, tears streaming down my face.

She drew me into her embrace. She stroked my hair and said sweetly, “There, there, everything will be fine.”

He seized everything when Henry and I got divorced. The furnishings, the home, and even a few items I purchased myself.

My automobile was all I had left. I didn’t give a damn. All I wanted was to get away from him. The only person who supported me through everything was my grandmother.

She made sure I didn’t feel alone and provided me with a place to stay. I was so appreciative of her kindness and encouragement.

I was folding clothes one evening when my grandmother entered the room. She had a solemn expression on her face. She took my hand and sat down next to me. She whispered, “May, we need to talk.”

My heart fell. “What took place?” My question was hardly audible above a whisper.

She inhaled deeply. She added, “I guess I have to tell you, even though I didn’t want to.” “The doctor told me I only had a few years left when I started feeling ill.”

I went cold. “What?” I tightened my throat and muttered.

“I thought I had more time, so I didn’t say anything,” she added softly. The doctor thinks I only have a few months left, though.

I started crying. I whispered, “No, this can’t be happening.”

Her voice was sorrowful as she stated, “Unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you with my great-grandchild.”

I pleaded, “Please, Grandma.” Give me your word that you’ll live long enough to see him. Tell me you will see him. I gave her a strong hug while tears ran down my cheeks.

Her touch was soothing as she rubbed my hair. She muttered, “I can’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep.”

Day by day, my grandmother became weaker. It was evident in her eyes and the shaking of her hands.

I made an effort to see her as much as I could. I began working from home instead of going to the workplace.

In case she needed me, I wanted to be near her. Even though she didn’t eat much, I prepared her favourite meals.

I made sure she felt productive even though I kept the house tidy and organised.

Do you like this colour for the nursery, Grandma? One afternoon, I held up samples of fabric and asked.

She gave a quiet smile. “The blue one.” It is serene and tranquil.

When she felt well enough, we went on quick walks. In the evenings, we laughed at the same jokes we had heard a hundred times while watching our favourite shows. I was her strength, and she was mine.

But despite my best efforts, I was unable to freeze time. I was eight months pregnant when my grandmother died.

Her great-grandson was never introduced to her. I was devastated by her passing, but I had to maintain my composure for my child. I had to keep my sorrow from hurting him.

I saw my relatives for the first time in a long time at the funeral. Stacy, my parents, and even Henry arrived.

She didn’t look like Stacy. Her eyes appeared sunken, and her face was pallid. She appeared worn out and exhausted.

We assembled in my grandmother’s living room for the reading of her will following the service. I put my hands on my stomach and sat quietly.

The attorney started, “There’s not much to say.” “May and her child inherit everything, with a note that reads, ‘For always being there.'”

I went cold. Though I never thought my grandma would give me everything, I knew she would leave me something.

My family burst into yelling. My parents got into a fight. Stacy lost her temper. Henry had a comment as well. It was very loud. I was lightheaded. Upon noticing, the attorney promptly led them out.

I had enough money from my grandmother’s estate to take maternity leave worry-free.

I didn’t want to squander her money, either. As long as I could, I was going to work. She would want me to be strong, I knew.

Someone rang my doorbell shortly after the burial. I didn’t think anyone would show up.

I noticed Stacy when I opened the door. Compared to her appearance during the funeral, she appeared considerably worse.

Her eyes were big and red, and her face looked pale. Her hair was in disarray and her clothing were crumpled.

“What are you looking for?” With a flat voice, I asked.

“May I enter?” Stacy avoided looking at me and asked quietly.

I said, “Say what you need here.”

Her voice was hardly audible above a whisper as she whispered, “I need your help.” “I need money.”

I folded my arms. “Why ought I to assist you?”

Her voice was shaking as she said, “Henry still hasn’t found a job.” “The debts caused us to lose the house.” We currently reside with our parents. She cast her gaze downward. “He’s cheating on me, too.”

“Stacy, that was your decision.” Because you believed you were superior to me, you took my spouse. Do you recall?

She said, “I had no idea it would end this way.” “Perhaps you could allow us to remain with you? Compared to our parents, you have more space.

Incredulous, I blinked. “Are you able to hear yourself? You denigrated me all of your life. My spouse was taken by you. And you need my assistance now?

“Is it that difficult for you?” Stacy’s voice rose as she snapped.

I firmly stated, “You persuaded Henry that I wasn’t carrying his child.” “I must concentrate on my son’s future. Not you.

She started crying. She exclaimed, “What am I expected to do?

I said, calmly but firmly, “You made your choice.” “I can only provide you with the contact information of a reputable divorce attorney.” “After all, you did save me from Henry,” I said after pausing.

“You’re awful!” Anger twisted Stacy’s face as she screamed.

With a steady heart, I gazed at her. “Consider who is truly awful in this situation after considering everything you have done to me.”

“I will not abandon Henry!” she said. “Your lawyer is not necessary for me!” She pivoted and bounded off.

Without a word, I watched her walk away. I didn’t feel bad. At last, I had taken a stand.

After entering, I shut the door behind me. I felt like I could breathe for the first time in a long time. Everything was gradually becoming lighter. I sighed deeply as I leaned against the door.

I was still grieving for my grandma. Every day I missed her. Without her affection and warmth, the house felt empty. However, she had taken care of me and my child despite her absence.

She had given us a future and safety. “Thank you, Grandma,” I muttered as I put my palm on my stomach. I’ll bring you pride.

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