When I found a locket under my husband Clive’s pillow, I thought it was mine. But then I saw my real locket safely on his nightstand. The only other person with the same locket was my sister, Sheila. Suddenly, everything felt wrong.

I’m Alice, 58, and I had babysat Sheila’s grandkids while she was away. Clive was also out of town, or so I thought. When I asked him about the locket, he gave a weak excuse. But something didn’t add up.

That evening, I invited Sheila and some friends over for dinner. Sheila showed up with a cake, but there was guilt in her eyes. Clive greeted her warmly—too warmly.

During dinner, they openly flirted, confirming my fears. I raised a toast and revealed the locket mystery to everyone. Sheila and Clive had been having an affair behind my back.

I told them I was done. I would file for divorce. I walked out, leaving them to face the truth. Clive moved out the next day, and Sheila was cut off by family.

Though painful, I found strength. I’m rebuilding my life, free from lies, ready to find my own happiness again