I Found My Boyfriend in Bed with My Sister, But I Was the One Kicked Out!

 

I always knew I had something special. Not just because of my looks or charm, but because I had him. A tall, dark, successful man who drove a black Prado and wore the scent of old money. People used to say, “Ulipata bwana wa heaven!” And they were right.

I met Ken at a conference in Kisumu. He was well-spoken, generous, and had a smile that could melt bricks. Within months, I moved into his lavish apartment in Milimani Estate, and he opened a boutique for me. I thought I was living the Kenyan dream. He was my future.

But what I didn’t see coming was the jealousy growing in my own house, my younger sister.

She used to visit us often. At first, I thought she just missed me. I even gave her clothes from my boutique, told her all the sweet things Ken did for me. But little did I know, she was watching, desiring, scheming.

Then one cold Tuesday evening, I came home earlier than usual. The house was quiet. Suspiciously quiet. Ken’s car was in the compound. I tiptoed to the bedroom. To read more click here