My sister stole my husband from me. When she asked me for it five years later, I turned pale

The cause of the call

Jenna’s voice trembled, almost unrecognizable. Before the words tumbled out in a rush, she stammered out a greeting. “I need your help,” she said, and it was obvious she was desperate. My heart ached, memories of betrayal flashed through my mind. “Why should I help you?” I asked, unable to hide the bitterness.

The reason for the call

Jenna’s child

Jenna stopped and her silence was heavy. She took a deep pause, as if trying to calm herself. She finally said, “It’s about my child,” and her voice broke. The words hit me in the stomach like a punch. My mind raced, straining to process what she had just said. I had no idea that she had a child, that I had either a niece or a nephew. I felt a mixture of confusion and anger rise up inside me.

Jenna’s child