My Sister Expected Me To Hide Her Two-Year Affair — So I Exposed The Entire Wedding Party Instead
Part 2
The screen glowed blindingly bright in the pitch-black cabin of my parked car.
“We really need to talk about Heather right now.”
The mysterious message wasn’t from Craig.
It certainly wasn’t from Dan.
I stared at the unfamiliar ten-digit number on the screen, a bone-chilling realization washing completely over me.
I pressed the call button and held the phone tightly to my ear.
Tyler answered the call on the very first ring.
Tyler was Craig’s older brother.
He was also my former ex-fiancé, the man I had painfully left at the altar two years ago because he couldn’t keep his hands to himself.
“What do you actually know about this?”
I gripped the steering wheel.
My voice shook with fury.
A heavy, labored sigh echoed from the other end of the line.
“I know all about Dan,” Tyler said.
“But that is not even half of the story, Megan.”
I squeezed my tired eyes shut, desperately wishing I could just hang up the phone and drive far away from this entire toxic family forever.
“Tell me,” I whispered, bracing myself for the absolute worst.
“Heather did not merely sleep with Dan behind Craig’s back,” Tyler went on, his tone sounding flat and detached.
“She also slept with me.”
The cell phone nearly slipped entirely from my suddenly sweaty palm.
Tyler and Heather together.
My older sister and my own ex-fiancé.
“When did this happen?”
I choked out, my throat closing up tightly.
“While we were still engaged.”
A violent wave of physical nausea hit me so hard I had to shove open the car door and spit onto the cold asphalt driveway.
My own flesh and blood sister had betrayed me in my own home, in my own bed.
“Is that all of it?”
I asked, my voice completely hollow and devoid of any recognizable emotion.
“Not exactly,” Tyler said, pausing for a long, dramatic moment.
“Craig is not the innocent, heartbroken victim you currently think he is.”
I wiped my mouth harshly with the back of my trembling hand.
“Craig actually had a secret, weekend-long fling on a business trip two months ago,” Tyler admitted.
“Everyone is cheating on each other, Megan.”
The phone line went completely dead.
I sat back heavily against the driver’s seat upholstery.
The oxygen inside the vehicle felt thick.
My sister was a serial cheater who was now pregnant with a total mystery baby.
My ex-fiancé had gleefully slept with my sister while I was planning our wedding.
The supposedly devastated groom was a hypocrite who could not even stay faithful himself.
Every single person involved in this upcoming wedding was a terrible monster wearing a pristine, smiling mask.
I opened my messaging app with shaking fingers and created a new group chat with only Heather and Craig.
“At my house.
Tomorrow exactly at noon.
We are going to finish this.”
I tossed the heavy phone carelessly onto the empty passenger seat.
Was I supposed to keep playing the villain, or let them finally drown in their own web of lies?
Part 3
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