My “Golden Child” Brother Slept With My Wife And Fathered My Son. My Dad Just Rewrote His Will To Leave Him Exactly $1 While I Get $2 Million. Was I Too Harsh To Laugh In His Face When He Begged For Help?

The Affair Revealed

Karen told me how one day Caleb opened up to her about his struggles and his recent breakup with his then ex-girlfriend. He seemed so vulnerable with her and they struck up a friendship. She said how he would sometimes harmlessly flirt with her when I was not around, and apparently one thing led to another and she could not control herself anymore.

I closed my eyes as the vision of my wife and brother sleeping together almost made me puke. She told me how guilty she felt after that and ran away from him after that. She decided to go back home, which was true because my girlfriend had abruptly told me how she wanted to go back home when I thought she would be spending the New Year’s with me.

I tried to convince her to stay, but she was adamant that she had to go after the holidays. When we met in college once our classes resumed, she was back to her usual cheerful self so I never questioned anything. Two weeks after that, we found out that she was pregnant.

Now Karen told me that she had no idea whether it was really my child or Caleb’s and she had no way to find proof because I was already stepping up. She knew out of the two I was a more dependable brother, so she decided to stay with me and this is why we got married. I felt like my whole world was crashing down around me.

The son I had loved and spent countless hours with may not even be mine. I questioned her if she had been sleeping with Caleb in recent times and she nodded slowly. Karen told me how she and Caleb had always stayed in touch because their chemistry was undeniable.

They would sneak off to hotels when she would lie to me that she was working overtime. She told me how half of her business trips were just romantic getaways with him. I asked Karen why she would even be married to me if she really wanted my brother.

Karen told me how she did not want to be the one to break off a marriage and, seeing how I was such a wonderful father to our son, she had stayed with me all this while. In her words, she had made a mistake and she didn’t know when to stop.

Walking Away

I simply told Karen that I was glad that she told me the truth and that I was going to pack up and move out. Karen started to cry and ask for my forgiveness, telling me how I was supposed to scream and yell at her, but here I was calmly thinking of my next move.

I remained quiet while I walked to my cupboard and started packing some of my clothes into my suitcase. Karen kept saying how if I really loved her then I should try to at least fight for her and mistakes happen in every marriage.

When she realized that I was not going to do anything, she changed her tactic and told me how my son would be affected if we got a divorce and how children should not be brought up in a broken home. I reminded her how I may not even be the father, which then reduced her to tears and she started to yell at me about being cruel and how I could easily walk away when I had been there for the child since his birthday.

It seemed like my wife believed there was nothing that could make me want out of our marriage. I guess it was partly my fault for letting a lot slide in the past. While I did have some love for her, it felt more like it stemmed from the fact that I thought we had a son together and had been together since college.

Karen continued to claim that it was not too late and that we could work things out, but I struggled to believe it and felt like I had no more patience to deal with her. Trust was a major issue for me and her words felt empty. Even if I forgave her, I could never forget that she had slept with my own brother.

I’ve always believed that people could make mistakes and be forgiven because we’re all flawed, but this went beyond a certain limit. I left her crying on the doorstep and checked into a hotel.

The Confrontation

The next day I went straight to my parents and told them everything about my wife’s affair with Caleb and how they had been sleeping together for years behind our backs. The shock on their faces was evident. My mother, true to her nature, initially tried to defend Caleb, telling me that this could not be true since her boy would never do something like this to his own brother.

Determined to expose the truth, I requested my parents to remain silent and allow me to call Caleb right in front of them. I told them to not make a sound since this is how I could expose Caleb’s true colors. I wanted him to think that it was just a private conversation between us so that he could hopefully let his guard down.

As Caleb picked up, I laid it on to him and confronted him with the revelation of his affair with my wife. Initially he denied it vehemently and refused to accept it. Then when I told him that Karen had admitted to everything, he started to blame Karen, labeling her as characterless.

He told me that it was not his fault if women were attracted to him and that he was the better-looking brother. I told him firmly that I was going to expose him in front of everyone. When Caleb mocked that no one would believe me and that he was the Golden Child anyway, I scoffed at his arrogance and thanked him for confirming the truth since our parents had heard everything.

Caleb went quiet and then spluttered to explain himself, stumbling over his words in an attempt to salvage his image. My mother, still grappling with the shock, demanded an explanation from Caleb. He stuttered through a feeble attempt to justify his actions, blaming everyone else but himself and desperately trying to shift the blame onto Karen.

I could see my mother, who was once protective of her favored son, now felt a mix of disappointment and anger. In that charged moment, I felt a strange sense of vindication. For years I had endured Caleb’s torment. Now the truth had come to light and the roles were reversed. It was Caleb who stood exposed, his actions laid bare for everyone to see.