I held my breath as I turned on the gallery and hit play. Ryan came into view, slightly younger but still recognizably so, placing a ring on Claire’s hand and kissing her. My legs almost buckled as yet another video automatically played, depicting Ryan seated way too close to another woman, and then another one played, and then another one after that. Other women, other locations, but all the same deceit. The videos made by Claire were hurriedly put together, like she had been in a rush to gather any evidence she could. It all clicked into place—now I understood the warnings, the fear, and why she couldn’t just tell my family the truth.
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I was crying so badly during the journey back home that I even stopped twice along the way, but finally, by nightfall, I decided. When Ryan arrived at our place with roses and cupcakes, he discovered that our families were already there waiting for him in the living room. Upon seeing Claire’s phone in my hand, the color of his face changed drastically. He sat down, and then I started playing those videos one after another.
Ryan gulped and said he could explain, and slowly the truth came out. Before he even met me, he had dated Claire, and it was serious. After he realized I was his sister’s ex, he chose to say nothing. When she tried confronting him about it, he assured her that no one would believe her. He was correct since our family had treated her honesty like a crime since the start. Seeing my parents realize what a weight Claire had been carrying was heartbreaking. However, as Ryan reached for me, breaking down as he pled for me not to leave because he truly did care for me, it did not matter.
After packing the suitcase, I stopped at the door, because there were some endings which deserved witnesses. I explained to him how he made me believe that my sister is the evil one who ruined my marriage and walked away.
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Three weeks have already gone past, we are divorced now, and I live in an apartment furnished by pieces of various items with squeaky beddings. Although not so great, at least it is true. I remember how my sister loved people wholeheartedly, even after we tried our best to make it difficult for her. And I wish I could go back and tell her how I wished I believed her. But it does not work that way, grief only gives us what is left behind. She was unable to save my marriage or save herself, but she was able to save the rest of my life from becoming a miserable experience.
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