I Was Her Maid of Honour, Now She’s Cheating With My Brother

My best friend dated my brother for over a year before they broke up. The relationship ended badly after a fight that happened right in front of me. My brother screamed, “You’re the worst thing that ever happened to my life.” Eunice responded, “Do you think you’re a better man? You’re a curse I carried gracefully, and I’m happy I get to put it down today.”

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I saw their relationship. It was occasionally turbulent. Eunice would run to me and complain about my brother. I would tell her, “Leave him, or don’t come and complain to me again.” They would fight, but none of their fights was physically or verbally venomous. So when no one was watching, both of them coiled back into love and pretended nothing happened.

Even after the last fight, I had a little bit of hope that they would come back again, but looking at what they said to each other and the details of the fight, they didn’t. They moved on with their lives, and two years later, Eunice got married. I was her maid of honor that day because no one could do it better than me.

I always told Eunice she got a better man. Her husband is a very cool man who travels out of the country to buy stuff and comes back to sell it. So most often he’s out of the country. He has money and is comfortable in life. He’s not someone who would give Eunice trouble. Even Eunice herself told me one day, “My husband is the best thing that ever happened to me. It looks like God took me away from the storm and placed me quietly in his garden of peace.”

These were her own words at the beginning of the marriage, but not long afterwards, Eunice started cheating on the same man she said was the best thing that ever happened to her. And guess who she’s cheating with…my brother! The same person she called a curse. It all made sense to me when people say women don’t know what they want.

They tried to hide it from me at the beginning, but immediately I found out that the two of them were talking again, I was like, “What in the name of hell would these two talk about?” I asked Eunice. She told me, “Oh, but you know both of us are not enemies?” I told her, “Even when you were not married, you didn’t talk to him the way you do currently. Please stop it before flames rekindle.”

As if I was a prophet, one evening, my brother posted a photo on his status from a place that looked like he was having fun. A few minutes later, Eunice also posted a photo of herself from the same background. I texted her, “Where are you and who are you with?” She responded, “Ah, why are you asking me a question like I was a kid?” I said, “You’re with my brother; say the truth.”

She denied it until I sent a screenshot of my brother’s status to her. Even then, she still denied it and later pulled down the photo she had posted. I went to see her the next day. I told her, “I know what’s going on, and you know I know the truth. Hear me out. Don’t use the past to destroy the beautiful thing you have going on in life. Remember what you yourself told me about your husband. Eunice, stop it!”

That day, she gave me her word that she would stop. She told me sometimes she felt lonely because her husband wasn’t around often. I told her, “I’m still your friend. I can be with you when you’re lonely.” She smiled and jokingly said, “Can you give me that one too when I need it? Leave there!”

Six months later, she still sees my brother. I decided to tackle the issue from my brother’s side since she was not listening to me. When I spoke to my brother about it, he snarled at me, “Mind your business. Who are you to advise me? A kettle calling the pot black.”

I was resolute because what the two of them were doing hurt every fiber in me, especially when I know the kind of man Eunice’s husband is. I told my brother, “If you don’t stop chasing married women, I would tell Mom and Dad about it.” He laughed and said, “You think I’m still a baby? Go and tell them.”

I called my dad and told him everything. He asked, “You mean your own friend Eunice?” My dad called my brother and went crazy on the phone, “Herh Kweku Baah, do you know the curses you’re bringing upon yourself by sleeping with someone else’s wife? You’re unknowingly reducing your time here on earth, but you don’t know. I promise you, if you don’t stop, I’ll personally look for Eunice’s husband and tell him everything.”

That did not stop my brother from chasing Eunice. I was like, “If he loved her that much, then why did he leave her?” I’ve stopped talking to Eunice. She annoys me and shames the friendship we both have. Because I don’t talk to her, she has no other reason to care, so she does it boldly now.

My dad has been calling to ask about them. “Are they still doing it? Have you spoken to your friend?”

I tell him they are still at it and are even getting stronger and bolder. He said, “Get me the man’s number. If you can’t tell him, I will do it myself.” I told him, “But Dad, why don’t you talk to Eunice first?” He answered, “A woman of her kind doesn’t deserve that kind of respect. You’ve talked to her. That’s enough.”

Now, I’m in a tight corner, thinking whether I should get the number for my dad or not. My friend’s marriage is at stake. Regardless of everything, I feel she loves her husband. Whenever they are together, she posts photos of their outings and trips and gives them alluring captions. She looks happy in the marriage, and I don’t want to be the girl whose name would be attached to their divorce.

Is There A Man Out There Who Doesn’t Cheat?

Some days, I want to mind my business. It looks like I’m getting too worried about a life that isn’t mine. But other times, I want to do something about it because when the shame comes, my name will go with it. I was the bridesmaid but watched on as my brother slept around with the bride. What a story that would be. It’s the reason sometimes I want to do something about their relationship. The bigger picture doesn’t look good. The smaller one is even worse, so what should I do?

—Philo

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