It is said that betrayal cuts deepest when it comes from family. I never thought the woman who played with me as a child, shared my secrets, and laughed with me at family gatherings would one day steal the man I love.
My name is Ruth. I am from Kitale but I live in Rongai with my two children. I was married for seven years to a loving man called Jacob. He was everything a woman could ask for. Respectful, hardworking, and faithful. At least that is what I thought.
Then things started changing. He began coming home late. He became cold and uninterested. One evening he came home drunk and told me not to bother asking where he had been. I cried myself to sleep. I thought maybe I had done something wrong. Maybe I was no longer attractive.
Then the shocking truth came out. It was my cousin Beatrice. The one I had welcomed to my house when she lost her job. The one I had fed and protected. She had been sleeping with my husband right under my roof. To continue reading click here.