My husband unexpectedly purchased a red dress for his sister-in-law, claiming it was her birthday, even though he had ignored his own wife’s birthday just two days earlier. When I uncovered the truth about him, the pain was unbearable.
Two days ago was my birthday. My husband – Arjun Sharma – merely texted me a short “Happy Birthday” before heading off to work.
No flowers, no gift, no dinner. I comforted myself: “He must be swamped, let it go.”
But this afternoon, when I stepped into my flat in Andheri, a large box was on the sofa. Inside lay a striking red dress.
Before I could question him, Arjun smiled and said:
“Oh, this dress is for Priya – my sister-in-law. It’s her birthday tomorrow.”
I froze. Priya—the wife of Rohan, Arjun’s younger brother.
He remembered her special day every year without fail, but somehow forgot his own wife’s. That night I couldn’t sleep. The vision of Arjun holding that red dress haunted me.
Suspicion gnawed at me. The first clue was the receipt: it was dated last week—right before my birthday. Secretly, I checked Arjun’s phone and found WhatsApp messages:
Arjun: “This dress will look stunning on you, try it tomorrow.”
Priya: “I’m afraid someone might see us…”
Arjun: “Don’t worry, I’ll be there.”
My hands trembled, and I decided to follow him.
The next day, pretending to leave work early, I parked outside a café in Bandra.
Inside, Arjun and Priya sat close together; Priya wore the very same red dress. Their expressions were far from those of in-laws. I quietly snapped a photo, my chest hollow.
That night at home, I laid the picture on the table in silence. Arjun saw it, his face draining of color. Rohan entered, spotted the photo, and both brothers froze.
In that moment, I realized: the red dress wasn’t an innocent gift, but proof of a secret long hidden enough to destr0y two families. The air thickened; only the clock ticked. Rohan, shaking, asked:
“Brother… with my wife… what?”
Arjun bowed, silent.
Priya broke into sobs:
“I’m… sorry…”
I forced calm into my voice:
“I want the whole truth.”
Arjun exhaled deeply and admitted: before marrying me, he had briefly dated Priya, the neighbor’s daughter. She later wed Rohan. I thought it ended, but once she became my sister-in-law, they kept meeting.
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