My Sister Stole My Husband So I Left. I Turned Pale When She Called 5 Years Later To Ask Me This

Five years ago, my world shattered when I discovered my sister had been having an affair with my husband. Heartbroken and betrayed, I left them both behind, determined to rebuild my life from the ground up. I never expected to hear from either of them again.

But then, out of the blue, my sister called and asked me something that made my blood run cold...

The day started like any other, with the mundane routine of morning coffee and emails. The phone rang, and seeing my sister's name on the screen was a jolt. I hadn't heard from her in five years. My finger hovered over the accept button, a mix of curiosity and dread swirling in my chest. Finally, I answered, bracing myself for whatever was to come.

Jenna’s voice was shaky, almost unrecognizable. She stumbled through a greeting before the words tumbled out in a rush. "I need your help," she said, the desperation clear. My heart hardened, memories of betrayal flashing through my mind. "Why would I help you?" I asked, unable to hide the bitterness.

Jenna paused, her silence heavy. She took a deep breath, as if steadying herself. "It's about my child," she finally said, her voice breaking. The words hit me like a punch to the gut. My mind raced, trying to process what she had just revealed. I never even knew that she’d had a baby, that I had a niece or nephew. I felt a mix of confusion and anger bubbling up inside me.

"Your child!?" I echoed, struggling to keep my voice steady. Jenna quickly explained that she had a young daughter, and she was unable to care for her any longer. She didn’t go into much detail, but the sorrow in her voice was palpable. My anger mixed with a surge of concern for an innocent child. I didn't know whether to believe Jenna, or whether to hang up the phone...

Jenna spoke rapidly, explaining her situation vaguely, her words barely making sense through her sobs. I listened, torn between disbelief and a growing sense of dread. She mentioned something about being sick, but I couldn't grasp the details. "Please, can we meet?" she pleaded, her voice cracking.

Against my better judgment, I agreed to meet with Jenna. Despite our past and Jenna’s betrayal, she was still my sister. We arranged to meet at a small café we used to frequent the following day. As I hung up the phone, a sense of foreboding settled over me. I spent the rest of the day in a daze, unable to shake the feeling that my life was about to change again.

The next day, I arrived at the café early, my nerves on edge. With trembling hands, I sipped my coffee. I watched the door, half hoping Jenna wouldn't show up, so that I could go back to my carefully built-up, calm life. When she finally walked in, I barely recognized her. She looked pale and frail, a shadow of the sister I once knew…

She sat down across from me, her eyes filled with a mixture of fear and hope. "Thank you for coming," she said, her voice barely above a whisper. I didn't respond, waiting for her to explain. Jenna looked even more horrid up close. Her eyes were sunken in, and her hair hung limp around her thin face. She took a deep breath and began to tell me her story.

Jenna’s words came slowly at first, then faster as she described the last five years. She told me about her illness, how she had tried to manage on her own. She mentioned the father of her child, but didn't say his name. The more she talked, the more I realized how desperate her situation was.

Finally, she reached into her bag and pulled out a photo. "This is Emily," she said, handing it to me with trembling hands. I looked at the picture of a little girl with wide eyes and a shy smile. My heart ached for her, despite the anger and resentment I still felt towards my sister. "What do you want from me?" I asked, my voice barely steady.