My sister had an affair with my husband, and I cut ties with both of them—no contact for six years.
Out of the blue, I got a call from an unknown number—it was her. The moment she recognized my voice, she exploded, calling me a witch and blaming me for her pain, claiming my ex had always loved her instead. Life hasn’t been kind to her: five miscarriages, no children, and eventually, he left her for someone else without a second thought.
Then came the biggest blow—she has cancer and couldn’t afford treatment. I chose to quietly donate enough to cover most of her medical expenses, anonymously. After that, I changed my number so she’d never find me again. Despite everything, a part of me still remembers her… but now, all I feel is distant pity.
