Tell Me The Truth

My body went numb, the only sound I could hear was the fast paced beating of my heart colliding with a high pitched ringing.

It made no sense. It must have been fabricated.

The door to her apartment was left ajar and I became hesitant to let myself in. But I knew I had to check. To see for myself.

"Ugh! Yeah baby! Fuck me hard! Harder! Oh yeah! Ahh!" My feet slowed as my sister's voice rang in my ears.

Standing by the opened bedroom door, it all played out in front of me just like the recording I had received.

My knees grew weak from the sight that played before me. My own husband, having intense sex with my own sister.

"Oh yeah... Just like that..." My sister's moans bounced off the walls right at my face, syncing with the momentary squeaking of the bed.

I should have known, it was always her. It had always been her. Even though he proposed to me, pronounced his vows to me at the altar, promised to love me forever, it had always been her.

Ella has always been the apple of everyone's eyes. Even at home. Our parents favoured her and gave her everything she wanted while I was treated as an outcast and no more.

My body moved subconsciously, having pity on me as my gaze averted from the soul crushing scene. Tears clogged my vision and my heart banged against my rib cage like it so desperately wanted to escape.

A vibration cut through the continuous moaning of my sister, my phone glowing with a message.

[It must be clear to you now who Jacob truly loves. Stop deceiving yourself and pretending to be someone with value.]

When I received that video at work, I should have known that my mother was the one behind the strings. Seeing her text now confirmed it.

How could she be so heartless? Sending me such a video at work? And now a text like this? What could I ever have done to deserve such cruelty from the ones I loved?

Who was to blame for this? My own husband who had been deceiving me while sleeping with my sister behind my back? Or Ella who had always despised me and wanted everything I ever laid my hands on? Or my own mother who always backed her up?

None of them were to blame.

It was all my fault.

I had purposely ignored the signs that brightly shone at my face. When my husband suddenly grew distant a few weeks ago, hardly ever sleeping at home and blaming it on work.

When my sister spelt it to my face that she would take everything that belonged to me.

When my own mother told me to give up my useless dream of ever becoming someone in life and just live as Ella's shadow.

I chose to ignore everything because I loved them sincerely. I so desperately wanted to.

I was such an idiot.

Five years of being a devoted wife gone into the trash like it never meant anything. I bet they laughed at me and mocked me while I was busy trying to be the best wife.

How could they treat me like I was just a game piece? A puppet desperately waiting for its strings to be pulled!

I wiped my tears, swallowing hard enough to choke myself. Tucking my phone into my bag, I walked out of Ella's apartment, the clicking of my heels trailing after me.

I didn't know how I managed it, but I drove myself home safely. Tossing my keys on the table, I sank into the couch and tried to steady my heart by taking several calming breaths.

Alone with nothing but my thoughts, tears shrouded my vision once more and I sobbed silently into my pillow.

All my life, sadness had tailed me around. Who knew he would find me in my marital home as well?

The sound of a car pulling up in the front yard drew my attention and I knew it had to be him.

My heart was heavy, my soul was fuming, but I wiped my tears and sat up straight on the couch.

Usually, I would run up to him to meet him halfway to the living room, but I remained seated. I felt my heart pounding, any moment from now, I would be staring back at those deep blue eyes that once provided peace for me.

He walked into the living room, Ella's scent spilling from every part of him. How dumb did he think I was? That I would not recognize my own sister's signature scent?

His blue eyes sparked with curiosity, his brown hair a little messy from his earlier "activity".

"Hey babe, what's wrong?" His voice, once a soothing pill, caused a chill to run down my spine. "You look a little sick. Your eyes are puffy too. Are you okay?"

A laugh escaped my mouth, a reaction I could not control. With a sigh, I asked, "where have you been?" Knowing well where he was.

"At work of course." He responded, taking off his coat.

"As expected." My voice was calm. Calm enough to scare me. I rose to my feet, adjusting my skirt as I did. "I'm going to ask you one last time, Jacob and if you have a little humanity left in you, you will tell me the truth. Where... Were... You?"

"What is this?" He asked with a scoffed laugh. "What is the meaning of--"

I shoved my phone in his face, playing the video my mother had sent me. I watched as his brow arched in confusion and shock then his tongue slipped out and licked his lower lip, with his hand resting on his hips.

"How did you get this?" He questioned, slapping my hand away from his face. "What is this supposed to mean?"

I scoffed a laugh. Even with evidence, he still refused to come clean. As heavy as the words weighed on my heart, I knew I had no other choice. "I want a divorce."

He broke out in a sinister laugh. My skin crawled.