Woman Discovers Husband Kissing Her Sister in Bathroom – Story of the Day

Diana is already dealing with depression when she witnesses her worst nightmare—she sees her husband kissing her sister. She seeks the help of her therapist, Dr. Carrey. But what looked like a normal therapy session reveals horrors when Dr. Carrey finds a chilling detail on Diana's phone.

When Diana stepped into her home, she immediately sensed something off. The sound of whispers and laughter echoed from the bathroom.

Her heart sank as she overheard Hamilton's voice. "Evie, you're just... stunning, far more than your sister..." his voice faded, but the words hung heavy in the air. Evie was Diana's sister! She peaked into the bathroom and saw them, their mouths locked passionately.

Stepping back from the door, Diana yelled at them. "Hamilton! What in God's name is this? Get out here, this instant! I saw you two kissing," she demanded, her voice getting louder with each word.

With his mouth wide open, Hamilton exited the bathroom and tried to calm the situation. "Diana, darling, you're misunderstanding. It's not what you think," he stammered.

But Diana wasn't convinced. "Don't you dare lie to me! Evie, come out. NOW!" she yelled, demanding her sister to face her.

Hamilton urged her to reconsider. "There's no one here, Diana. What kiss? You're imagining things," he pleaded, but sweat ran down his forehead.

Ignoring his pleas, Diana pushed past her husband into the bathroom, only to find it empty. Confused and frustrated, she demanded answers. "Stop playing dumb! Just admit Evie was here, and you're having an affair!" she insisted, her patience thinning.

"Diana, you're seeing things. It's all in your head," Hamilton insisted, sighing.

With tears in her eyes, Diana nodded. "Maybe you're right. I'm sorry, I don't know what's happening to me with Evie," she admitted hoarsely.

"Why don't you take a bath? Relax a little. I'll make this evening special for us," he suggested, succeeding in distracting her.

But as Diana turned and looked around the tiny space, she noticed a message written on the fogged glass door. It read: "Kiss me!" and it was clearly her sister's penmanship.

"Hamilton, what's going on? This message, it's her handwriting, isn't it?" she asked.

"What message?" Hamilton questioned, but when Diana pointed it out, the message had disappeared.

He tried to reassure her once more. "Babe, there's nothing there. I love you, okay? Stop suspecting me," he said, leading her to the bathtub.

The next day, Diana shared her fears with her therapist, Dr. Carrey. "I think Hamilton might be cheating on me," she confided but looked down in shame. She just wasn't sure.

The kind doctor encouraged Diana to explore these feelings. "Is that thought bothering you a lot, Diana?" he asked.

"It's driving me insane. I love my husband, but I'm convinced he's seeing someone else," she explained, detailing the signs of Hamilton's betrayal. She also shared her plan to confront the situation.

She had invited Evie to dinner, hoping to get the truth out of her. "I sent her a message this morning. She replied she'd come," Diana added.

The therapist asked to see her phone and read the messages carefully. "What are you hoping to find out with this dinner?" Dr. Carrey asked.

"I need to know if my suspicions are real or if I'm just imagining things," Diana answered.

Dr. Carrey squinted at the phone as a child ran down his spine. "You sent these to Evie? Are you sure?"

"Yes, it's been twelve good years with Hamilton until Evie moved to the city. I never imagined my sister would come between us," she shared.

Dr. Carrey observed Diana closely, but his scrutiny only made her talk more.

"I trust him, but these suspicions... they haunt me," Diana confessed.

At last, her therapist nodded. "We'll work through this together," he said, but his lips were set in a tight line.

Later that night, Diana observed Hamilton and Evie's interactions during dinner, their casual banter intensifying her unease.

His admiration for Evie's career and his half-joking offer of a job in his company didn't sit well with Diana. After a while, she excused herself to prepare a surprise, leaving them alone but staying within earshot.

Hamilton's voice became a low murmur. "You're wearing that perfume again. It's intoxicating. I can keep smelling you all day, babe."

"Keep it down, will you?" Evie whispered but chuckled. "Walls, especially in this house, tend to have ears. And you have the nerve to flirt with me right under my sister's nose!"

Diana had heard enough. It was time to execute her plan. Her hands wrapped around an expensive bottle of wine, but as she walked back, the house was plunged into darkness.

Evie yelped, but it was only a few seconds before the lights were back on. Diana was right beside them, and this time, both her husband and sister screamed.

Diana acted like nothing was different and presented them with a bottle of Masseto Toscana. Hamilton was surprised at the rare delicacy, but with practiced ease, he uncorked it and filled their glasses.

Diana raised her glass, her voice steady yet layered with emotion. "I'd like to propose a toast. To family ties, the ones that bind us, for better or worse."

Hamilton frowned at her words. "Family ties?" he asked. "What's this about?"

Evie added with a curious smile, "Yeah, Diana, why such a formal toast now?"

Diana looked at them both, her smile hiding her true feelings. "It's just that I've been thinking about how much you both mean to me, especially now, as I navigate through my... difficulties."

"That's what families are for," Hamilton replied quickly. "We're always here for you."

The room filled with the sound of glasses clinking. Hamilton sipped his wine and murmured in delight. "This wine's unique," he said, looking at Evie.

"Yeah, it tastes unusual," Evie confirmed, drinking more.

Diana put her glass down. "It's a blend actually," she said, her mood shifting. "A perfect example of how deceit can hide in plain sight."

Hamilton and Evie stopped, caught off guard by her words.

"What are you implying?" Hamilton finally asked.

Diana didn't hold back. "I'm not a fool, Hamilton. I saw the signs. The secret messages, your laughter, her perfume, and I saw you two together. I know everything."

Evie started coughing, alarmed. "Diana, what's in the wine?"

"A special mix for you both. Cyanide, to be exact," she answered, her voice smooth as velvet.

"This is madness, Diana!" Hamilton exclaimed, struggling for breath.

Diana remained cold and resolute. "No, this is justice."

Her husband and sister ran from the table. The muffled sounds of distress from the bathroom clashed with the eerie silence of the dining room, where Diana continued eating her artichoke salad.

"They deserved this," she whispered between bites, but tears soaked her entire face.

Then, she heard it — the faint crying sound of a baby. A throbbing pain shot up Diana's temples. And it did little to diffuse the haunting sounds from the bathroom.

As she forked another piece of the salad, more tears streamed down her cheeks. "I'm sorry," Diana murmured to the empty chairs. "This was the only way... to make things right. To cleanse the betrayal."

But her hands let go of her fork, and the clang of the metal against the floor tiles snapped her out of it. The realization of what she had done crashed into her chest, making it hard to breathe.

Diana stood quickly and dialed 911 in a panic. "I've made a terrible mistake. Please hurry."

Without missing a beat, she then called Dr. Carrey, her voice cracking. "Dr. Carrey, it's Diana. I need you... something terrible has happened. I poisoned them."

Dr. Carrey's voice was alarmed. "Don't do anything rash! I'm coming over right now."

But Diana was inconsolable. "It's too late. They're gone because of me."

"Diana, wait for me. Don't call the police yet. We need to talk," Dr. Carrey urged.

After ending the call with Dr. Carrey, Diana approached the main bathroom, her entire body shaking. She opened the door, saw Hamilton motionless, and let out a cry. Quickly, she closed the door and screamed into her room.

She checked the guest bathroom, finding Evie in the same state, which forced another scream from her. Walking away, Diana sank into the living room floor, sobbing uncontrollably.

When Dr. Carrey arrived, he found the house silent. Turning on the light, he saw Diana on the floor, terrified and in tears.

"Diana, tell me what happened," he said.

"I did it... Hamilton, Evie... they're gone because of me," Diana managed to say between sobs. She wrapped her arms around herself. She confessed to poisoning them, believing it would end her pain.

"Diana, you're alone. Remember, you haven't harmed anyone," Dr. Carrey stated, sighing. "It's your grief manifesting."

She insisted, pointing in the direction of the bathrooms where he would find the bodies. But her therapist shook his head.

"Diana, Hamilton, and Evie have been gone for two years," he said. "You're creating these scenarios in your mind."

He gently took her phone and scrolled through the messages Diana thought she sent to Evie. Instead, she had sent them to herself.

Diana shook her head vehemently. "No, that can't be! She replied... she was here with me. I saw her."

"Two years ago, you were all in your car after a lovely dinner at that fancy restaurant you both liked. Hamilton had initially offered to drive, but you insisted it was your turn." Dr. Carrey's voice was measured.

Diana's eyes welled up with tears as the memories flooded back. She nodded, her voice barely a whisper, "I remember…"

"And then, out of nowhere, that speeding truck... it crashed into your car with such force. The impact was... devastating," he continued. "They died. You survived. You were also four months pregnant at the time, and you lost your baby. You've been burdened with guilt for an accident that was beyond your control."

"I couldn't save them," Diana whispered, sniffing.

Dr. Carrey nodded. "You've crafted a reality where you sought blame to cope with loss. But Diana, it's time to face the truth," he insisted.

Diana gasped, and her chest constricted with heart-wrenching sobs. She clung to Dr. Carrey, finding solace in his presence as the truth sank in. Her husband and sister were gone, and it was time to let go of the imagined sins that had tormented her.

***

A year had passed, and Diana found herself in Dr. Carrey's office once more, noticeably lighter in spirit. Her once grief-filled eyes now sparkled with a hint of hope.

"I've been learning to live again, to honor their memory without the guilt," she shared, her voice steadier than it had been in a long time.

Dr. Carrey couldn't help but compliment her on her appearance. "Your new hairdo looks really nice," he remarked.

She chuckled, a sound full of life and warmth. "Thank you, Dr. Carrey. It's not just about the hair. I love this new change in my life."

The conversation shifted as Dr. Carrey inquired about her husband, gauging her emotional state. Diana responded with calm acceptance, acknowledging the passing of both Hamilton and Evie three years prior. It was clear she had made significant strides in her healing journey.

As their session concluded, Diana assured Dr. Carrey she would stay in touch. However, as she left his office, she encountered a stranger with a baby.

"Hi, could I hold the baby for a moment?" she asked, her eyes lighting up.

Dr. Carrey heard the exchange and smiled, but when he glanced outside his office through the still-ajar door, he was met with a chilling sight. Diana stood alone, seemingly holding and interacting with an invisible baby.

She turned and smiled at him before walking away with the invisible infant, leaving him frozen in his chair.

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