“One Night, I Heard My Husband Tell My Younger Sister, ‘Come to My Room at Midnight. This Time, We Have to Finally Do It.’ I Thought They Were Having an Affair. But When I Looked Through the Keyhole, I Saw My Husband Lying on the Floor—and My Sister Holding a Large Pair of Scissors…”

Sophia began to cry.

“Please, Elizabeth, it’s not what you think.”

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“Then explain it! Why are you kneeling beside my husband with scissors in your hand?”

Robert approached me.

“Darling, we’re not betraying you.”

“Then what are you doing?”

He looked at Sophia.

My sister whispered:

“Robert, we have to tell her.”

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But my husband answered sharply:

“No. Not yet.”

I stared at him in disbelief.

“So you really are hiding something terrible.”

Robert lowered his head.

“Please, give me a few days.”

I said nothing more.

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I left the  room and locked myself in our bedroom.

I didn’t sleep that night.

The next morning, Robert didn’t come to breakfast.

Sophia said he wasn’t feeling well.

But when I entered the kitchen, I noticed bloodstained pieces of cotton in the trash.

“What’s this?” I asked.

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