”

“Because half the house belongs to me,” Sophia replied. “I own half of your house!”

I stared at her, then at Daniel. “Tell me she’s lying.”

His silence was my answer.

“What the heck is going on here, Daniel?” I yelled at him.

“You said half the house was yours! That your parents left it to you!”

“They did,” he muttered, avoiding my gaze. “But legally… she has a claim to it too.”

Sophia crossed her arms.

“And I’m exercising that right. Which means you need to leave.”

I let out a disbelieving laugh and looked at Daniel.

“You can’t just kick me out!” I said. “I’m your wife!”

Daniel finally looked at me, but there was no warmth in his eyes.

Just exhaustion. “Go to a hotel for now. I’ll sort things out.”

“A hotel?” I repeated.

“It’s just for a little while,” he said.

“Until we figure this out.”

“Is that so?” I asked as I took a step closer. “Then come with me.”

“No, I, uh… I need to stay here. Make sure you don’t… take anything.

Or damage the place.”

I couldn’t believe his words.

“You think I would steal from you?” I let out a bitter laugh. “Are you serious, Daniel?”

He didn’t answer.

My heart pounded against my chest as I realized Sophia had turned my husband against me while staying at our place. But why?

I left my house that night, but I promised myself I’d fight back.

I barely remembered driving to the hotel once I left.

My mind was spinning as I tried to make sense of everything.

Daniel had chosen her over me.

My husband, the man I had trusted for years, had thrown me out of our home as if I were nothing.

After checking into my hotel room, I sat on the bed and thought about everything. Then, through the haze and confusion, I decided to call my lawyer and an old friend, Mark.

“Emma?” He answered in a groggy voice.

“Something’s wrong,” I blurted. “Daniel kicked me out.

Sophia says she owns half the house. There are papers with her name on them. I don’t know how, but—”

“Slow down,” Mark interrupted.

“Sophia? His sister?”

“Yes! She just moved in a few weeks ago, and suddenly, she has a legal claim?

It doesn’t make sense.”

Silence stretched on the other end. Then Mark exhaled sharply. “Emma, listen to me.

I don’t think she’s his sister.”

I sat up straighter. “What?”

“I did a background check on Daniel years ago when you got married. He never had a sister.

He was listed as an only child.”

A cold shiver ran through me.

“That can’t be right,” I whispered.

“Have you ever seen a single childhood picture of them together? Any proof that she actually existed before now?”

I opened my mouth, then shut it. My mind raced through every conversation and every passing mention of Sophia.

There were no photos or detailed stories of her… there was no proof.

“But why didn’t you tell me before?

How is this even possible?”

“Emma, I thought I—”

“Leave it,” I interrupted. “I know what I need to do now. I’m going back to the house.”

“No, Emma.

Don’t do things in a hurry. Let’s—”

I hung up before he could even complete his sentence. Then, I grabbed my keys and rushed to the car.

I wanted to see everything for myself.

By the time I pulled into the driveway, Mark was right behind me.

I unlocked the front door as quietly as I could and entered the house with Mark.

My heart pounded against my chest as we moved through the house. Then, I heard something while standing near my bedroom.

A soft laugh.

A woman’s laugh.

I exchanged a look with Mark, then pushed the bedroom door open.

And there they were. Daniel and Sophia, tangled together in bed.

I felt sick to the core.

I gripped the doorframe as a wave of nausea ran through my body.

“Emma!” Daniel’s face drained of color as he pushed Sophia away from him. “What the hell are you doing here?”

Mark stepped beside me. “The better question is… who is she really?”

Daniel’s jaw tightened.

“You don’t understand.”

“Oh, I think we do,” Mark shot back. “She’s not your sister, is she?”

“Well, that secret didn’t last long,” Sophia chuckled.

“How could you do this to me, Daniel?” I said. “You lied to me.

For years.”

“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this,” Daniel sighed.

“Then how was it supposed to happen?” My voice cracked. “You let me believe she was your sister!”

“We couldn’t be together,” Sophia said smoothly. “Not without people judging.

So, it was easier this way.”

“Easier?” I let out a hollow laugh. “So, you pretended to be siblings? Lied to everyone?”

“We didn’t have a choice!” she shrugged.

“We loved each other but then Daniel ended up marrying you. All because of his parents. What was I supposed to do?

His parents thought you were better than me. They never wanted him to marry me.”

I still don’t understand why Daniel married me despite knowing he was interested in another woman. He could’ve told his mother he didn’t want to marry me.

He didn’t have to ruin my life like this, did he?

That was the last time I saw Daniel’s face. I filed for divorce the very next day.

He kept messaging me, asking me to forgive him, but I was done. I couldn’t let him back into my life.

Not after what he’d done.

And the house? I decided to let him keep it. I hope one day he realizes that what he lost was far more valuable than that house.

Source: amomama