My Husband Of 8 Years Admitted I Was Just The “Consolation Prize.” He Only Married Me To Stay Close To My Beautiful Younger Sister. How Do I Ever Trust My Life Again?
The Confrontation
We drove in silence until we got home. I went straight to our bedroom and started pulling out suitcases.
“What are you doing?” he asked from the doorway.
“What does it look like?”
“You’re overreacting. So I find your sister attractive. So what? I married you. I had kids with you.” He grabbed my arm. “Stop being dramatic. You can’t leave over this.”
“Watch me.”
“And go where? Your parents? They’ll ask why. What will you tell them? That I think Luna’s pretty? They’ll say you’re being childish.”
“I’ll tell them the truth. That you admitted you married me as a consolation prize.”
“I was drunk. Drunk words are sober thoughts.”
My phone rang. It was Luna.
“Hey, are you okay? Brett’s wife just called me. Said something weird happened at Dylan’s party.”
I put her on speaker. “I’m fine,” I said.
“Dylan was talking about me? Something about wishing… I don’t know, she wouldn’t say exactly.”
Dylan’s face went pale.
“Luna, what exactly did she tell you?” I asked.
“Just that Dylan said something inappropriate about marrying the wrong sister. Is that true?”
I looked at Dylan. “Why don’t you ask him?”
“Dylan?” Luna’s voice was sharp now. “What did you say?”
“Nothing. It was taken out of context.”
“What context makes that okay?” Luna asked. “You’re married to my sister. You have two kids. What is wrong with you?”
“Everyone always fawns over you,” Dylan said suddenly. “At every family event, every dinner. Luna the model, Luna the influencer, Luna the perfect one. And I’m stuck with…” He stopped.
“Stuck with what?” I said. “Finish the sentence.”
“With someone who’ll never measure up,” he said quietly.
Luna gasped through the phone. “You piece of shit. My sister is worth ten of you. She’s brilliant, kind, funny. She’s the one who helped you get your job. She’s the one who supported you through your dad’s death. She’s raising your children practically alone. And you’re stuck?”
“Luna…” Dylan started.
“No. Don’t you ever speak to me again. Don’t look at me. Don’t come to family events. You’re disgusting.” She paused. “Lily, do you need somewhere to stay? I’m packing now. Come here. The kids can have the spare room.”
“Luna, this isn’t your problem,” Dylan said.
“It became my problem when you made me part of your sick fantasy,” Luna shot back. “What else do you do? Stare at my photos? Compare us? Pretend she’s me?”
“Stop,” Dylan said.
“No, I want to know. How long have you been pretending my sister is me?”
“Since the wedding. Since the honeymoon. Every time you…”
“Stop!” Dylan shouted.
“I’m hanging up,” Luna said. “Lily, I’ll leave the door unlocked. And Dylan, I’m telling everyone. Mom, Dad, cousins, everyone. They should know what kind of man you are.”
She hung up.
