They say blood is thicker than waterābut what happens when that blood betrays you? Iām Kylie, 35, and my younger sister Lily
was always the golden child. I helped plan every detail of her wedding, wanting to support her even if I often felt like the
shadow to her spotlight. On the wedding day, my son Matt tugged my hand with panic in his eyes. He had found a phoneā
Joshās second phone, the one he said was ājust for work.ā A new message had come in. Matt had opened it and showed me the
video. There, on screen, was Joshāmy husbandākissing Lily in a hotel lobby.
Timestamped the day before her wedding. The message below it was blackmail: āMeet me at,
