I was the fool who babysat my sister’s kids while she slept with my husband. But the secret she thought I’d keep forever? That became my sweetest revenge.
Everyone said I was kind. Maybe too kind. I used to believe that if I gave good to others, one day it would come back to me. I also used to believe that love would last forever.
But after the wedding, that goodness just seemed to fade away. And so did Jack. These days, he lay on the couch, eyes glued to his phone.
We didn’t go for evening walks anymore. Jack didn’t ask me out for dinner. He didn’t even look up when I stood by the door in my coat, hoping he’d say,
“Where are you going, Marie?”
That night was no different. Jack lay there, flipping through channels.
“Jack, do you remember how we used to dream about buying tickets for a weekend getaway?”
He didn’t look up. “Why are you starting this again, Marie? I’ve got work early tomorrow.”
“We can’t even have dinner together anymore…”
Jack shrugged. “You’re here. I’m here. We’re together. What more do you want?”
I stared at his back in silence.
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Jack’s phone buzzed with a message. He just smiled at the screen. And right then, my own phone buzzed in my pocket. Linda. I already knew what she was going to say.
“Marie!” Her voice thundered through the speaker. “Hey, would you mind coming over to watch the kids tonight? Please! You’re my angel!”
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“Linda, I was just there the other night until midnight…”
“Oh, don’t start! You know I don’t have a husband anymore. I need to build my life somehow — before I get old and dry up.”
She let out a dramatic sigh. “You know how terrified I am of being alone. You’ve got Jack.”
“Fine. I’ll be there in thirty minutes.”
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“Knew you’d say yes! You’re the best!”
Linda hung up without even asking if it really suited me. I stood up and went to the kitchen to grab my bag. Jack didn’t lift his head.
“I am going to Linda’s. Again. Her kids can’t watch themselves.”
Jack stretched lazily.
“Do whatever you want. I don’t care.”
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***
Linda’s house was quiet. The kids were already asleep. I sat on the couch, holding a mug of tea in my hands. I glanced at the clock. Two in the morning. Linda had been gone for seven hours. She could at least text.
What kind of “meeting” lasts this long?
I got up to check on Billy — he was tucked in tight. Cindy was hugging her old stuffed monkey, breathing softly through her tiny mouth.
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I love these kids. I really do.
Then I felt it. That tightness in my chest. The one I knew too well. My hand shot into my coat pocket for my inhaler. Empty.
No… not now…
I rummaged through my bag and found the old one. Almost empty.
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For a few minutes, I tried to calm down. But every breath came harder than the last. I stepped outside. Linda’s neighbor, Gloria, was watering her flowers in the middle of the night.
“Marie? What are you doing out here this late?”
“Gloria… I’m out of… asthma meds… I need to drive home… get my inhaler…”
I was gasping between words. “Please… can you stay with the kids? I’ll be back in an hour.”
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She pulled off her gardening gloves and squeezed my shoulder.
“Go, sweetheart. I’ll keep an eye on them. They won’t even know you’re gone.”
I thanked her, though my mouth felt dry as dust. I got in the car. My inhaler was waiting for me at home, right on the shelf by the bed.
Hold on, Marie. Just a little longer.
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Home greeted me with darkness. Except for the light in the bedroom.
Why is Jack still up? And why is… Linda’s car here?!
It felt like someone slapped me across the face.
“What the…”
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Suddenly, I heard laughter upstairs. A man’s voice. A woman’s.
In the bathroom!
I moved slowly, like I was wading through mud. Before I even reached the door, I saw the clothes scattered along the stairs. Jack’s shirt. Linda’s bracelet.
I could hear their giggles and the faint smell of wine. I threw the door open.
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“Are you out of your minds?!”
Jack leaned back in the tub, soap bubbles covering his chest. Linda laughed, swirling her glass with a strawberry on the rim. They looked at me like I was a stranger in my own house.
“Marie, what are you doing here?” Linda snapped. “You were supposed to be with the kids!”
“With the kids?!” My throat was so dry I could barely speak. “I trusted you with my husband… How could you?!”
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Jack lifted his glass.
“I just picked the wrong sister, that’s all.”
My hands didn’t know where to go. The pain in my chest got sharper, stabbing me from the inside. I turned and ran into the bedroom. Rose petals were scattered everywhere.
I grabbed my inhaler, sank to the floor, and hugged my knees to my chest. Breathing hurt.
Why? Why did I let everyone walk all over me?
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The familiar laugh echoed through the walls. Their splashing in the tub.
For the first time in years, I knew something for sure: the good, sweet Marie died right there, at that moment.
And someone else was born.
A woman ready to get revenge.
On her husband. And on her own sister.
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***
I came back to Linda’s house at sunrise. The kids were still sleeping.
Cindy’s hair was stuck to her cheek with sleep. Little Tommy — her youngest — lay on his belly, drooling onto his dinosaur pillow.
People always said, “Funny, how Tommy doesn’t look like Linda’s ex. Or like Linda, really.”
I knew better.
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I sat down beside Tommy. He didn’t even stir. I ran my hand through his hair, slow. My heart was too calm. I pulled out a little sandwich bag and plucked a single blond hair from his brush. Just one.
“I’m sorry, baby boy. But this is bigger than you.”
Old Gloria was asleep in the chair, with a blanket over her knees.
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“Hey, Gloria…”
She blinked awake. “Marie? Oh, sweetheart. I am not sleeping.”
I dropped to my knees right in front of her.
“Gloria. My-y-y… hu-hus-husband. With my-m-m-my si-sister.”
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“Oh, darling…” Gloria smoothed my hair back with her thin hands. “You don’t deserve this. You never did.”
“I want them to pay,” I sobbed. “They think I’m weak. They think I’ll just cry and forgive. Like always.”
Her fingers dug into my shoulder. “Then don’t forgive. Teach them what it feels like to be left out in the cold.”
“I’ll do it. I’ll do it for me.”
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***
Two weeks later, the envelope landed on my doorstep. DNA results. I sat at the kitchen table with a stale muffin and ripped it open.
“70% match with….”
My chest squeezed tight. Seventy percent. Close enough to twist a knife. But not the whole truth. Because I knew who the real father was. I folded the paper in half and slipped it into my purse like a loaded gun.
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Two nights before that moment, Jack had been standing in that very hallway with his suitcase. He didn’t even look me in the eye.
“I’m moving in with Linda.”
I’d just nodded. “Good luck, honey! This is not over.”
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I pulled up in front of their new place right after sunset. The porch light was warm and fake, like every word they’d ever said to me. I checked my purse. The DNA test rustled like a secret.
“Tonight, you two learn what your perfect match means.”
I raised my hand and knocked. Linda opened the door in a silk robe, lipstick fresh. She froze when she saw me.
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“Marie. What the hell are you doing here?”
I pushed past her. “Where’s my husband?”
Jack came out of the kitchen with a beer. He looked like a boy caught with his hand in the jar. I sat down on their brand-new white sofa.
“We need to talk. All of us.”
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Linda’s eyes darted to Jack.
“Ignore her. She’s crazy.”
“Jack,” I said, calm as ice. “You ever wonder whose son Tommy really is?”
His eyes narrowed. “I don’t care. Don’t drag the kid into this.”
I pulled the folded paper from the envelope.
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“Read it.”
Linda lunged forward. “Don’t you dare…”
Jack flipped it open. His lips moved over the words.
“Seventy percent? What does that mean? He’s mine?” He looked up. “Linda, is he mine?!”
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“She’s lying.”
Jack barked, “Tell me the truth, Linda! Now!”
Linda’s laugh broke sharply.
“What did you think I was gonna do? Live broke? Have kids with that boring ex-husband who makes peanuts? Please.”
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Jack’s voice cracked. “So, who, Linda? Who’s his father?”
Linda shot me a look sharp as a blade, then turned back to Jack.
“Your precious brother. Rick. The golden boy.” She spat out his name. “Yeah, Tommy’s his. He was my safety net when I got bored at home. But guess what? He never wanted me. He just wanted me to shut up.”
“What?”
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Linda laughed — too loud, too thin.
“He pays me. Every month. So I keep my mouth shut. So his wife doesn’t find out. He buys me whatever I want — clothes, trips, new nails. I get more from his guilt than I ever did from any husband.”
Jack’s face twisted. “But you were married!”
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“Ha!” She barked a laugh. “I get bored. I like fun. He couldn’t handle it, so he left. But guess what — he still pays. All of them do. And you…”
Linda jabbed her finger at my husband.
“You were just a bonus, Jack. Extra spending money.”
Jack clenched his fists.
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“You used me. You used everyone.”
Linda bared her teeth. “So what? You think you’re special? You’re not even the favorite son in your own family.”
I stood up. “Looks like you picked the wrong sister after all, Jack.”
Then, I turned to the hallway. Cindy and Tommy peeked out, blinking. I crouched down, smiling.
“Come on, sweethearts. Grab your coats. We’re going out for ice cream.”
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Tommy tugged my sleeve. “But Mom…”
I pressed my finger to his lips. “Mom needs to shout at Uncle Jack for a while. Let’s leave them to it.”
Linda’s shrieking rose behind me. Jack’s voice cracked like glass. The house that smelled like fresh paint was rotting from the inside out.
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Outside, the sun was warm on my face. Two small hands found mine.
Sister’s biggest lie. My sweetest revenge. I squeezed the kid’s fingers.
“Chocolate or strawberry?”
“Both!”
Good. I wanted sweet that day.
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