My husband asked me to let my sister be his “wife” for one night. He said it like he was asking me to pass the salt.

He told me that my interrogation was the reason our marriage was dead and I realized he was no longer even trying to protect the truth. I told him to sleep on the couch and he left with a pillow while muttering about how difficult I was to live with.

I drove to Kelsey’s apartment in the middle of the night and knocked on her door until she was forced to face me. The apartment smelled like the expensive candles I had bought her and the takeout food she could not afford on her own.

“How long have you been sleeping with him,” I asked and she tried to play the victim until I mentioned the specific birthmark on Troy’s hip. Her silence was the only confession I needed to confirm that my life had been a theater of lies for months.

She started crying and told me that Troy had said our marriage was already over and that I made him feel small. I laughed because she was actually trying to justify her betrayal by claiming she was the one who truly loved him.