The Sisters Who Walked Away

I caught my sister’s husband in bed with another woman.

I greeted him with exactly what he deserved—a hard slap across the face.

My softhearted sister whispered, “Claire, maybe we should just let it go.”

“Not a chance. Let me show you how to tear a cheating bastard apart.”

And that included the man sleeping in my own bed.

When the door opened, the man and woman on the bed were still tangled together.

I clicked my tongue and covered my sister’s eyes. “Don’t look. It’s disgusting.”

Lily pulled my hand away, her eyes rimmed red.