Instead, he admitted the truth. He had been seeing someone else for a long time. That someone was my younger sister. And according to Ryan, he was in love with her. He even told me he was happy.
In a matter of moments, the life I thought I had completely fell apart. The man I had loved for more than thirteen years had betrayed me. But the betrayal from my own sister cut almost as deeply.
I had spent my entire life loving her. Supporting her. Standing up for her. Helping her whenever she needed anything. I had always assumed she would protect me the same way. Clearly, I had been wrong about both of them.
I filed for divorce almost immediately. At the time, I had no idea how I was supposed to rebuild my life after something like that. But Ryan and my sister didn’t appear interested in giving me even a moment to process what they had done.
