My Husband Left Me for My Sister, Moved in with Her, Then Three Years Later Left Her Too—For Her Best Friend We were married for seven years. Our marriage wasn’t perfect, but it wasn’t bad either. We had a normal life: jobs, a home, a family, Sunday gatherings. My sister was often around. She was always close to us. I never noticed anything odd. On the contrary—it seemed normal that they got along. Sometimes she’d stay for lunch, other times I’d call her for help because I worked all day. I never suspected a thing. Then, on a totally ordinary Thursday, he left early, saying he was going to work. He didn’t come home for lunch. He didn’t return that evening. Nor the next day. On the third day, when he finally picked up the phone, he didn’t apologise or explain. He simply said, “I’m not coming back. I need some space.” I thought it was a midlife crisis, that he’d gone to a mate’s. But that same week a family member told me what no one wanted to say: he was living with my sister. The rumour quickly became reality. My parents found out; so did my uncles and the neighbours. My sister stopped picking up the phone. He didn’t show up near home anymore. A few days later she collected her clothes while I was out. No explanations were given. Everyone just decided there was nothing more to say. They moved in together in another part of town. Then they started turning up at family gatherings—the ones I didn’t attend anymore. My sister said, “You can’t choose who you love—these things just happen.” He claimed he hadn’t been happy with me. I was left on my own—with shame and pain. Thankfully, there were no children; that would’ve made it all so much worse. Three years passed. I carried on with life as best I could. They were still together—or so it seemed. Until one day, once again through other people, I heard they’d split up. He’d left. And he wasn’t alone—now he was with my sister’s best friend, a woman who’d been there from the start, who knew everything, who was a confidante, support, and witness to it all. My sister was devastated. He moved house again, changed his story and his excuses. This time, he said he wasn’t happy with her either, that she was to blame, she was confused. But nobody believed him anymore. Today, our family is still broken. I have no relationship with my sister. She doesn’t speak to her former best friend. And he has never apologised. Never taken responsibility. Is this karma?

My husband left me for my sister. He went to live with her. And then, three years later, he abandoned her as wellfor her closest friend.

We’d been married for seven years. Our marriage was far from perfect, but it wasnt dreadful either. We had a normal life: jobs, a home, family Sunday dinners. My sister was often with us, always close by. Id never noticed anything unusual between them. On the contrary, it seemed natural that they got on well. Sometimes shed stay for lunch; other times Id ring her for a helping hand, since I worked all day. Never in my wildest thoughts did I suspect anything.

One utterly ordinary Thursday, he left early, saying he was off to work. He missed lunch. Then he missed supper. He never came home that night, nor the next. On the third day, when he finally answered my call, he didnt apologise or explain. He merely said, Im not coming back. I need some space. I assumed it was a midlife crisis, that hed gone to a mates. But the truth caught up soon enough. That very week, some relative finally spoke the words no one wanted to utter: hed moved in with my sister.

The rumour quickly became fact. My parents found out, then uncles, neighbours. My sister stopped picking up the phone. He no longer appeared near our home. Not long after, while I was out, she came round and collected her things. No explanations ever came. Everyone simply acted as if there was nothing left to say.

They began living together in another part of town. Soon enough, they even started attending family gatheringsgatherings I stopped attending. My sister would say, You cant choose who you love. These things just happen. Hed say he simply hadnt been happy with me. I was left alonewith humiliation and heartache. Thankfully, there were no children, or else the pain mightve been unbearable.

Three years passed. I carried on the best I could. They seemed to remain togetheror so it appeared. Then one day, as before, the news reached me through others. Theyd split. He had moved on yet again. And now he was with my sisters best frienda woman whod been there from the very start, whod known everything, been a confidante to us all.

My sister was crushed. He changed his address, his version of events, and his explanations yet again. This time, he claimed he had been unhappy with her, too, saying she was to blame, muddled. But by now, no one believed a word.

To this day, our family is still fractured. I have no relationship with my sister. She no longer speaks to her former best friend. As for him, hes never once apologised. Hes never taken responsibility.

Is this fate’s reckoning?