MY SISTER HAD AN AFFAIR WITH MY HUSBAND.

Six years ago, I cut off my sister Seraphina and my husband Lorenzo after their affair shattered my life. Recently, Seraphina called, yelling that I ruined everything by not forgiving them. Stunned, I countered that her betrayal broke my heart and home. Her tone softened, revealing Lorenzo left her for someone younger, leaving her jobless and couch-surfing. Then she dropped a bombshell: she had stage two breast cancer and no insurance. Despite my anger, her raw fear moved me. I agreed to help with treatment but set boundaries, refusing to be her

emotional crutch. Over months, I drove her to appointments and secured resources, our talks shifting from past pain to present healing. One evening, she thanked me, tears in her eyes, for not letting her drown. Helping her didn’t erase the betrayal but freed me from its grip. Seraphina’s now in remission. We’re not the sisters we were, but we’re family again, rebuilt on honesty and boundaries.