She got p!regn!ant for my ow!n hus!band now ex.
My parents knew about it and covered it up for three years and lied to me that the man responsible is in abroad. Before I knew it, my ex got her pregnant again. I wondered when the abroad guy came and I did not see. When did he come to get her pregnant again?
My ex did not mention it, his family knew but I was the only one who did not know.
The day she gave birth to her first child I was there throughout. Not knowing she’s giving birth to my own husband. Hubby pretended to sign in the hospital for her C’s as the husband
Me I was praising him for being there for my family. They also lied that the man in abroad sent money( dollars because the things they bought for the baby was out of this world..even when I gave birth to our first child he did not close his bank account. But everyday I kept asking myself why is it my own sister?
The night she birth to her second child..I caught hubby crying in the hospital toilet. Because my sister almost gave up. After the C’s baby was incubated. My sister started brea!thing heavily and was sent back to theater. While the whole process was going I looked for hubby and did not see him. Later saw him crying in the toilet. I asked him why he was so emotional. He said he remembered something.
I started suspecting him.
Two days after my sis was still on oxygen. Hubby started conf!es!sing. My mom and dad confessed they begged me.
I did not even say anything. I went back to the hospital to see my sister maybe they thought I won’t ever visit her again.
Besides her bed, I knelt down and prayed , hubby joined me. My mom and everybody. I raised my voice. I cried. I did not even know when she touched my hand. I he!ld on to her and said rise up your child your children needs you. She sat up.
When I left the hospital. I came home took my kids and left till date. Filed for a divorce three years later. As I am now I don’t have any family. I am an orphan. They don’t know where I am and I don’t want to know what is going on in their lives.
I changed my lines and am unreachable to any of them. Life goes on.
It was the day of the divorce that my dad and mom came along with my sister to beg me. I told them I have forg!iven them, I went with a taxi. It’s been nine years without any of them.
Life goes on.
Better be alone than in the mist of enemies.
Pray never to be a victim of betrayal
This hurts on a different level.
A lesson for all
