03/09/2025
My wife accused me of getting her younger sister pregnant… I don’t think I can ever forgive her
My wife’s younger sister came to live with us after school . At first, I thought it was just a short visit, but soon it became clear she had moved in permanently.
To be honest, we don’t talk. She greets me, I respond. Sometimes she serves me food or asks what I want to eat, but that’s it. I don’t hate her, I don’t dislike her, I just don’t have anything to say to her.
During the day, my wife and I go to work, leaving the whole house in her care. Since we don’t have kids, she just eats, watches movies, and sleeps while we’re gone.
Then I started noticing something odd: my wife and her sister whispering to each other, then going silent the moment I walked into the room. I found it strange, but I didn’t bother.
One night, my wife told me the truth. Her sister was pregnant. She had been pressing her to reveal who was responsible, but the girl kept quiet.
My wife was waiting for me to be shocked, but I wasn’t. Deep down, I had always suspected that girl was up to something. So I calmly told my wife, “Don’t push her too much. Give her time. She’ll talk when she’s ready.”
That’s when everything shattered for me.
My wife looked me in the face and said, “Or you know something about it? She’s not talking but you’re telling me not to push her. Is there something you know that I don’t?”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “What do you mean?” I asked her.
She replied, “I mean what I mean. You’re a man. If it’s you, say it now so we know what to do before it gets out of hand.”
Eventually, her sister mentioned the real guy — someone from her church. My wife confronted him, and he accepted responsibility. Case closed, right? Wrong.
Because for me, the real issue is how quickly my wife suspected me. Me — her husband. Not the church guy, not anyone else. The first person she thought of was me.
It broke something in me that day. Because it showed me how low she thinks of me, how little she trusts me, and how easily she can picture me cheating with her own sister.
When I tried to tell her how deeply that hurt me, she brushed it aside and said: “As if it’s impossible. Don’t we hear such stories all the time?”
That response cut me even deeper. Instead of admitting her mistake, she justified it.
I don’t think I can forgive her for this. But I’ve already decided something… When she finally gets pregnant, I’ll turn the tables. I’ll ask her, “Who did you sleep with to get pregnant?” I’ll make a big scene, demand a DNA test, and when it proves the baby is mine, I’ll throw her own words back at her: “As if it’s impossible. Don’t we hear such stories all the time?”
Maybe then, she’ll understand the pain she caused me. Maybe then she’ll finally feel what I’m feeling right now.
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