I Caught My Husband Cheating with My Younger Half Sister – I Didn’t Scream, Just Invited Her Over the Next Day

I spent the rest of the day rehearsing. Not lines, emotions.

Like how to keep my voice even, how to smile without gritting my teeth, and how to let her feel like she still had control.

If Mia thought she could steal my husband, she was about to learn that I play a much longer game.

She had no idea what kind of workout she’d be walking into.

When she arrived the next evening, she was every inch herself. She wore trendy jeans, had glassy lips, and a top that dipped far too low for a family visit. Her hair and lashes were perfect, while her outfit looked “effortless.”

She probably spent an hour putting it together.

I made sure the children were safely at the neighbor’s place.

“Hey, girl!” she said, wrapping me in a hug like she hadn’t just spit on everything I built, while smelling of expensive perfume and fake innocence.

“You look great,” I said with a smile that didn’t touch my eyes. “Tea or coffee?”

“Tea, please,” she said, settling at the kitchen table like it was her throne.

I brewed chamomile, the kind I saved for long nights and hard talks.

We sat at the kitchen table, and she started talking immediately. Typical Mia, all confidence and unsolicited advice.

She leaned forward with a sympathetic expression.

“So,” she began, flipping her hair, “first thing you have to do is detox, like a full-body reset. Clear the energy, clear the gut. Then we’ll talk about core strength.

I can also send you some of my favorite affirmations, the ones that helped me love myself again.”

She reached for her mug and smiled.

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