😯 “You know very well that if you don’t do what I ask, your brother will discover your secret,” my wife was saying to my sister while forcing her to clean up the spilled wine on the floor and humiliating her in front of her friends.
I was twenty years old when my parents died. My sister Maya was only six at the time. Since that day, I raised her and I have always done everything to protect her.
When I got married, my wife got along very well with Maya, and that was what mattered most to me. But over time, Maya changed a lot. She spent more and more time locked in her room rather than with us.
My wife often told me not to worry, that it was just a teenage phase. So I stayed reassured, believing that she treated my sister well… or at least, that’s what I thought.
One day, my flight was canceled and I came home earlier than expected. As I opened the door to the house, I heard Maya crying while my wife spoke to her in a cold, authoritarian tone:
– You know very well that if you don’t do what I ask, your brother will discover your secret.
That wasn’t all.
Walking into the kitchen, I saw Maya on her knees, scrubbing a wine-stained floor, while my wife and her friends laughed around the table. One of them even deliberately spilled another glass of wine just to humiliate her further.
– What is going on here? And what secret are you talking about? I asked, both shocked and furious.
That’s when I discovered that my sister was actually hiding a secret. She was convinced that if I found out, I would kick her out. My wife, who seemed so kind to her in my presence, had discovered everything and was using her secret to mistreat her when she was alone with her.
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Maya had discovered that she had been adopted.
My wife used that secret to manipulate her and force her to do all the housework.
She made her believe that if I learned the truth, I would throw her out of the house.
I held Maya in my arms and told her that nothing in the world could change the fact that she was my sister.
My wife tried to justify herself, but I was the one who threw her out of the house.
I could not forgive her for using my sister’s pain to humiliate her.
