My Father Has an Affair with My Aunt

Who could have imagined that one day, I would witness my mom, JudyFuller, being kicked out of my family? The mastermind? My dear aunt, ErikaFuller.

To fight for custody of me, my mother gave up everything. Yet, at the age of eleven, I coldly declared, "I want to stay with my dad."

After all, the real drama was only just beginning.

1.

That year, Erika was twenty-four years old. Her beauty was so extraordinary that it was the talk of the town, with suitors lined up as far as the eye could see.

But what baffled everyone was that she never dated. No matter how exceptional the man, she wouldn't spare him a glance. Instead, she lived alone with a daughter of mysterious origins.

Perhaps fearing that her beauty would bring her misfortune, my grandparents, even on their deathbeds, made my mother promise to take care of her.

My mother took their words to heart and brought Erika, who was still young at the time, into our home.

Mom doted on Erika and cared for Erika like her own daughter, never expecting that Erika would one day steal her husband.

That day, when my mother walked in and saw Erika lying beside my father, caught in the throes of passion, she fainted on the spot.

When she regained consciousness, Erika was kneeling by her bedside, her face streaked with tears. "Judy, I couldn't help myself..."

"For so many years, your husband, Vergil Corbyn, and I have always been in love.

Judy, I've always idolized you since I was a child. Everything you loved, I envied and wanted for myself. But I've never fought you for anything. This time, though, I just..." Erika broke into another round of wailing, as if she were the one who had been wronged.

My mother sat there in stunned silence as Erika pulled out a paternity test and thrust it in her face. "For the sake of our sisterhood, for your health, I've kept this secret for far too long."

It turned out that my so-called cousin, whose origins had always been unclear, was actually the illegitimate child of Erika and my father.

The husband my mom loved most and the sister she cherished most had conspired to betray her together.

My mother's already fragile health deteriorated further, and from then on, she lived in a daze, relying on medication to get through each day.

Her hair seemed to turn gray overnight, and I, still a child, seemed to grow up in an instant.

I saw through Erika's seemingly innocent demeanor to the ruthless cunning hidden beneath.

Since then, Erika began visiting my mother every few days. Each time, she would bring up the same topic. "Please, for the sake of our sisterhood and the child, let it go."

She showed no concern for my mother's worsening condition, but my mother still clung to the hope that their sisterly bond might mean something.

She thought Erika might have a change of heart, at least for my sake, her young niece.

But Erika wasn't talking about me. The "child" she referred to was my cousin, ZeraCorbyn, her and my father's illegitimate daughter.

"Judy, please, just love me one more time. Let me have Vergil. Zera can't grow up without a father."

"Zera, beg your aunt!"

My five-year-old cousin knelt on the floor, crying and kowtowing. "Aunt Judy, please have mercy on me. I've been mocked my whole life for not having a father. I'm begging you, let me have one!"

My mother's world crumbled. She finally understood the extent of Erika's schemes over the years.

Whenever the three of them were together, Erika always acted coquettishly.

My mother had dismissed it as youthful naivety, thinking Erika was just a young girl enjoying the attention her beauty brought.

Over the years, Erika had rejected one suitor after another and never truly liked any of them. My mother had assumed it was because she was too proud and had high standards.

Little did she know that while she was busy taking care of the family and supporting my father's career, Erika had been plotting behind her back. The man Erika had her sights on was her own brother-in-law.

By the time my mother realized the truth, she was too broken to fight back.

Erika, however, saw this as an opportunity. She began showing up every day with my cousin, crying and causing a scene.

"My daughter is here. Without her father, she might as well be dead. Go ahead, do whatever you want to her!" With that, Erika shoved Zera to her knees, as if daring my mom to make a decision.

"Aunt Judy, I'm so young, so pitiful. Please don't hurt me," Zera sobbed, tears streaming down her face like a character straight out of a soap opera.

Our once loving home had turned into a battlefield of betrayal. Shouting, fighting, and chaos became the new normal.

My mother's despair and exhaustion were met with Erika's relentless manipulation and audacity. It was like a scene straight out of a movie.

I never expected something like this to happen in my life.

The carefree child I once was had vanished, replaced by someone who lay awake at night, unable to sleep.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw my mother's suffering, Erika's shamelessness, and the depths of human depravity. It made me sick to my stomach.