My Sister’s Husband Threw Soda in My Face—Because He Knew What I Was About to Show Her
The night was supposed to be a joyful celebration of my sister’s 40th birthday, until her husband, Graham, snapped. In front of everyone, he threw soda in my face, but his outburst wasn’t just anger—it was fear.
The house was filled with the hum of conversation and laughter. The smell of roasted chicken, buttery mashed potatoes, and freshly baked bread filled the air. My sister, Emma, had outdone herself, as always.
Her two kids, Ava and Ben, were running around, giggling, sneaking bites of cake before it was time. Emma’s friends and our parents were gathered, chatting in small groups.
Emma looked stunning. Graham, on the other hand, was barely present. He sat at the head of the table, scrolling through his phone, occasionally nodding when someone spoke to him. When Emma placed a hand on his shoulder, he barely glanced up.
I watched as she leaned down and whispered something to him. He gave a forced smile and muttered, “Yeah, yeah, in a minute.”
Emma straightened, her smile faltering for just a second before she turned back to her guests.
I frowned. Something felt off, but I pushed the thought away. Tonight was about Emma.
The dinner plates were cleared, and everyone chatted over chocolate cake with thick layers of frosting. The perfect moment for a toast.
I looked at Graham, who was still staring at his phone.
I smiled and said, “Graham, aren’t you going to give a toast to your wife?”
Silence.
He lifted his head, staring at me like I had just insulted him. …
