My husband left me to marry my younger sister. Four years later, when he saw the little boy standing behind me, all the color drained from his face.
The day Mark told me he was leaving, it felt like the ground vanished beneath me. Our eight-year marriage in Portland wasn’t just ending — he was leaving me for my younger sister, Emily. She was vibrant, adored by everyone, and my parents’ reaction made the pain worse. “At least he’s staying in the family,” my mother…