My Twin Sister Slept with My Husband — Then Told Me She Was the One He Truly Loved

I thought being a twin meant we shared everything — but not this. My sister and I have always been close. People often joked that we looked so alike, we could swap places and no one would know.

Apparently, my husband couldn’t tell the difference either — or so he claims.

One day, I noticed she was getting too comfortable in our house. Wearing my clothes, laughing too much with him, even staying over when I wasn’t home. My gut told me something was off.

Then the bomb dropped.

She confessed they had been sleeping together. And not just once — for months.

When I screamed at her, she looked me in the eyes and said, “I didn’t steal him. He came to me. He says I make him feel alive — not you.”

I couldn’t believe it. My own flesh and blood stabbed me with the same knife twice — once in my back, and once in my heart.

Now I’m broken. Divorced. Betrayed by the two people I trusted the most.