Reddit Stories - BETRAYAL_ The SINISTER SCHEME to Divide Us_

Episode Date: August 25, 2025

#redditstories #askreddit #aita #betrayal #sinisterscheme #relationships #deceit #trustissuesSummary:In the gripping tale of "BETRAYAL: The SINISTER SCHEME to Divide Us," discover a web of lies, deceit, and broken trust that threatens to tear relationships apart. Dive into the dark world of betrayal and its consequences.Tags:redditstories, askreddit, reddit, aita, tifu, betrayal, sinisterscheme, relationships, deceit, trustissuesBecome a supporter of this podcast: https://www.spreaker.com/podcast/reddit-stories--6237355/support.

I hope you enjoy this story. My sibling spouse, 29F, is attempting to influence my spouse, 29M, to be unsupportive of me, 28F. My partner and I just eloped, opting out of a grand wedding we had been preparing for. Not for us and eloped, my family was fine off the bat. I have a great relationship with them and they understood where I was coming from, complete acceptance. My so's family was less accepting, especially his mother and twin sister.

For years it was just the three of them before his mother remarried and had a few more children, but because of this his sister and mother are still very dependent on him. They were hurt because they were looking forward to everything that comes with a wedding, the weekend away, pretty dresses, us paying for them to stay in a nice hotel, fancy food slash free drinks, not necessarily because we were getting married, hopefully that gives everyone a small idea to how selfish and entitled they are. This all occurred in the beginning of July, we decided that after, our quick elopement that we would extend our already planned European vacation from one week to two weeks,

from July 25th until August 9th. Initially we were going to board our pug and have a neighbor keep an eye on our condo, but being gone that long we thought the best idea would be to have someone stay there, enter Sill, so suggested that she house it for us, she would be cheaper than any other option, we could trust her, and she loves our dog, seemed to be the perfect solution. Shortly before our trip so informed me that Sill was thinking of moving to our city from hers, Springfield to Chicago, and would be looking for a job while staying in our place, hoping to interview while she was up here, not a problem. She has been really inconsistent with work and maybe a change of scenery from living with her mom

is what she needs, it was never discussed that she would be staying longer than the two weeks or would need to. The day that we leave she shows up on the Amtrak, with three large suitcases, now I was already frazzled so, didn't think anything more than wow and I thought I was an overpacker, but in hindsight that should have been my first red flag, but we leave and have a fantastic vacation. We check in a few times and everything is just great at home. We get home and everything is clean, well taken care of, and my pug is still a fat, lazy lump of fur, but I love him so, so she did a great job and is deserving of the money. We got home late on the ninth so didn't see her

until the 10th. I had the day off, but she never asked for a ride to Union Station or any indication that she was returning home. Figured that she must have arranged it with so, I go to bed early without asking so what is going on, go to work as normal on Tuesday assuming she has left, and come home on Tuesday to her sitting on my couch, eating something and watching TV, what, I call so, he says that she needs to stay for a few weeks. She told him that she has a job lead and that she has another interview next week. If she doesn't get the job then she will go back to Springfield but would like to continue the job search from our place. I am not.

happy that he gave her permission to live here without speaking to me but he is blind when it comes to his sister and mother. So this is something we need to continue to work on. I agree to a week extra as long as she focuses on job search. Fast forward to last weekend, August 15th, Sill has completely taken over my condo in this short time, she monopolizes my living room, eats all of our food then complains when there is no food left. Tells me that she doesn't want any guests using her bathroom, aka the guest bathroom, when they are over, has brought over some guy to have sex with and has very loud sex with him while So and I are trying to have dinner. And just makes catty comments in general towards my husband about how I seem to run the household and tell stories about how he was always a sissy growing up.

I decide I can't put up with it for any longer and talk to So about it, he agrees but acknowledges that with his mother slash sister he has no backbone and he knows that he will cave. So I talk to her, I tell her that while she is a part of our family, we feel that she has taken advantage of us at this point and I need to know what her plans to leave are because this is no longer working for me and so. She tells me that So told her that she could stay as long as she needs and that she wasn't planning on going back to Springfield at this point as her relationship with her mother is codependent and dangerous. She then insinuates that if I send her back that So will turn against me, I tell her that she has a week. I know so and her threats will not work

and I can promise her that she does not want to make him pick between us because he will see what she is really trying to do, so that didn't go well at all, things quieted down and she had her interview on Monday. She has been ignoring me for the past few days but So says that it went well and she is anticipating getting the job. He said that she spoke of staying with us, but he held strong, saying that unless there was something crazy that happened she would have to go, if she had to start the job ASAP then we could possibly help her with finding a place. We buy her an Amtrak ticket for Saturday morning, well, wouldn't you guess it? Something crazy happens on Friday just before she has to leave. I get a text from my so,

we need to talk when you get home, I am worried you relapsed, some context. I am in recovery for kleptomania since I was a child I stole just to steal. Not because I needed something, or had no money, but just because I have not stolen since before so and I started dating, so about three years, and have done extensive therapy throughout the years to deal with this, I have been very candid about this with everyone, including Mill and Sil. Mill called so on Friday morning telling him that Sil called her in tears on Thursday night. She noticed that some of her clothes had gone missing and that one of her rings was gone as well. She took it upon herself to search my room, finding the ring on my dresser and searching

through my closet where she found the clothing. She told him that they understand that my job is stressful and that having Sil staying with us added some stress so they weren't upset and wouldn't take any further action but that they were truly concerned. Sil found several pieces of clothing that had tags on it still, buried in my closet by her clothes. They believe that I have started shoplifting again in addition to stealing from Sil. I did not relapse. I did not buy those clothes and I believe that either they were clothes she purchased and it was just the perfect circumstance or that she purchased them to set me up. I come home to an intervention of sorts. Sill and Soce sitting in my living room with her clothes, rings, and the stolen clothes all laid out. She has him completely believing this. My soul looks distraught. He wants to help me and fully

believes that I have relapsed. Sill volunteers to stay with us. She is a CADC and feels that some of her skills could be there to help me, so is heartbroken. He feels that he caused this by bringing stress into my life, taking all of the blame off Sill. I am at a loss. The past 36 hours have been a nightmare, whenever she is alone with so she keeps planting seeds of doubt about my recovering, hinting that I seem to be wearing clothes that are above my pay grade but I don't have any debt. So where is this all coming from? And when we talk, I can see the wheels of doubt turning in his head.

Is she stealing again? Is my sister right? I have tried to explain this to so and it seems that now he believes me but he cannot imagine that his sister would try to frame me like this. He knows his mother and sister have issues, but to him they've been. would never try to hurt him, especially by attacking me. To me it is obvious that Sill and Mill have always been able to manipulate so to do whatever they wanted, and had I not been in the picture Sill would have moved in without issue, since I wasn't going along with her plan. She had to do

something to disrupt it. I don't know how to handle this with her, or with my Mill. I know that's so and I can recover from this, but I am worried that it will be at the cost of his relationship with his sister and mother, edit, sorry my questions asking for advice were not clear. How do I broach this with my husband in the log run. Based on their past behavior, especially the sister, I am nervous this is going to become a long-term problem between us,

so how do I communicate to him, you pick me or I walk? And how do I mitigate this now, getting her out? Do I bother trying to clear my name with a stealing? I don't want to get overly defensive. Update, my sister-in-law, 29F, is trying to turn my husband,

29M, against me, 28F. thanks to all who provided advice and answers to my questions. After reading everything, I gave so an ultimatum, either Sill left that night or I did and would leave him, I am not going to be put after his manipulative sister and mother in the pecking order, so it was her or me at this point. He agreed she would go, but we both knew it would not be pretty. We decided to offer to pay for a hotel and Amtrak ticket if she refused at first,

hoping this could be a bargaining tool to get her to agree, I show so the previous thread and he initially said nothing but went directly to our guest room and packed everything of hers up quickly, he then apologized for everything. I told him that we both know this is more than his sister trying to claim residency in our condo and we have to resolve this or it will lead at our marriage. He agreed to go to therapy with me and if need be, go to therapy on his own. He doesn't want to let this destroy our marriage. We had a really frank discussion about my recovery. I explained to him that if I was stealing again it would be obvious as, we would have random things around the house that we didn't have before, I wouldn't

have been able to restrain myself to a few shirts if I relapsed. He was really supportive and apologetic. He trusted his sister due to her experience with addictions but seemed to understand that this was just manipulation on her part. She ended up showing up later Sunday, letting herself into the condo like it was just a normal day. It took her all of a minute to see her bags, so pushed her bags out in the hall and when she tried to get them. He shut them both out there. I left alone because he needed to do this on his own. Without me, I heard her crying and I know he offered to take her to a hotel and pay for her train. She told him to fuck off. After a little bit she started throwing a fit in the hall and was sobbing loud enough that the whole floor

could probably hear. I could make her out saying that he was abandoning her in her time of need and that the bitch has to stop controlling you, I'm your family. It took every ounce of restraint for me to not go and slap a bitch but so reminded me that she is trying to agitate me. Eventually my neighbor couldn't take any more and texted me that he called the good old Chicago PD to get her to shut up. Cops came a little later. They spoke to her first because she was currently camped out in the hall. She told them that she wanted me arrested for kicking her out of her home. I had a feeling she would pull this. And for stealing from her, she told them I was trying to steal her purse. It was in the kitchen where she dropped it prior to so pushing her out, a ring,

and a few outfits. Plus I was stealing from stores. I told the nice officer about the whole incident. including her allegations. So backed me up that she was setting me up and this was all really family issues, not legal. At this point they told her not only had she attempted to file a false police report but she was disturbing the peace for no reason. She told them she had nowhere to go but after telling the police she lived in Springfield and had come up here to house it. They noped her residency claim, cops told us that because she claimed to have no money, had no car, and her residence is so far away that we had two options because we can't just kick her out.

with nowhere to go. Either we let her stay until she can arrange for a meth at home, a.k.a. We get her a train ticket tomorrow or we take her home right then and there, but there is only one way that they can guarantee she will be gone tomorrow morning. So when I talked about it, we were concerned letting her stay an additional night would just make this worse and we would be right back where we started. We opted to drive her home. She agreed to this without much issue. I think the cops made her realize that her little plot was over. The beginning of the drive was pretty awful. She cried for the first hour. Laid the guilt on thick. He's caused her so much stress. He doesn't care about her. Can't he see what

I'm trying to do? She's only looking out for him. They are twins. Their bond is stronger than ours, and I don't want kids so how could he want to stay with me? I'll admit that I fed into her a bit with some name calling, delusional, stupid bitch. Insane, but I had reached my breaking point, not my proudest moment. After a while So and I put on an audiobook and just ignored her, which worked, she slept the rest of the time while So and I were both just wired with anxiety. By the time we get to Mill's house it is around 2 a.m. and we drop her off without incident. Mill calls us as we are about 15 minutes away, tell so that I am a cancer on their family and told him that he had to stand up to me and choose his family for once, wholly delusional.

He told his mother that he picked me and he is sorry she feels that it has to be one or the other but she made that choice, not him. The drive-home so poured everything out, apparently his childhood abuse goes so much further than he has shared before, Dill would regularly physically and mentally torment him, but when he would tell his mother she would blame him, he agreed that he thought the distance was enough to deal with everything, but he needs more than that.

He also needs to come to terms that his relationship with his mother, sister, half-siblings, and stepfather may be over. He was scared to admit how bad it was and I hate that it took his sister behaving like this for it to come out. It's absolutely heartbreaking. We took the day off, slept a lot, watched some Rick and Morty. Went to a fairly productive therapy session and are eating some awesome pizza. It's hard to sit back and realize what was my relationship kind of crumble this weekend, but I have faith that we can each work on our relationship and ourselves. When we turned So's phone back on there were several voicemails and numerous text messages from both Dill and Mill apologizing for

everything, So and I have talked about him going completely zero contact with both Dill and mill. I think changing our phone numbers is a good place to start, but he is apprehensive. He is worried about emergencies, but I don't want to give them any further opportunity to sabotage our relationship. This is absolutely the right move, correct? I am thinking of finding him a specialty therapist to assist with this, but I don't know where to start or what questions I should be asking with such family issues. Where should we start with this? Update 2, my sister-in-law, 29F, is trying to turn my husband, 29M, against me, 28F. Hello there, everyone.

A bit of an update, it has been two weeks since we removed Dill from our residents and was a doozy have they been, I could actually use some advice going forward since everyone was so great before. We had a few peaceful days since returning home, got back into our routines, went to therapy and got my so set up with an individual therapist on his own, we didn't end up changing either of our numbers for other reasons, but agreed that if they couldn't respect our wishes, then we would just have to block their numbers entirely. It wasn't an issue until this past weekend. On Friday, So's younger brother, Y.B., who is 16 and living at home called him. He wanted to give him a heads up that mill and dill were coming up here to visit some family member. They decided to bring

him with so he could see so, even he knew that this didn't smell right, so freaked out. He realized that they were going to manipulate him into seeing them by using his YB as bait, he was right. I was out of town by this point already for a bachelorette party, leaving my soul alone and not at all prepared to deal with his family and me not being able to get home until Sunday. Y.B. calls on Saturday to let so know that he would like to see him. They have some time before they head home and are in our neighborhood for some reason. So when Y.B. get to hang out for a few hours in our home, they play some video games, eat some takeout, and just have a nice afternoon of brother bonding. Why be tell so that he doesn't believe what my Mill and Dill have been saying

but that they have done nothing but bash me on their social media pages. He pulled their pages up on his phone and was able to give a screenshot of them to sew. One of them said, Well, that Hoyty which has managed to brainwash my son again. Please pray that Jesus will deliver him from the devil that he lays with. She is nothing short of a cancer on my life and I worry that this will drive me to illness. Pray for us all. I just can't even with this. she's not even religious but anyway. So kept it together for the rest of their visit, at the end both Mill and Dill attempted to come up to the condo but he was able to keep them downstairs, only speaking to them outside. Dill then dropped a bomb on So, she's been severely

depressed and needed him. She miscarried recently and it has been awful on her. She just needed her twin. To comfort her, he feels immensely guilty. Neither of us had an idea that this happened. I get home early yesterday and I can read the conflict on his face, and we fought about it, my frustration with Mill and Dill is at its peak, especially after seeing the barrage of Facebook posts. He agrees that those are over the line but that most are for Mill. True, but Dill had two that were passive-aggressive and clearly aimed towards me, so it wouldn't be fair to hold his Dill accountable for those, I disagree. She made these choices that got us to this place. She literally started this entire thing. Not us and now she has to deal with the consequences

regardless of whatever trauma she may have endured that spurred this on, and, honestly, I don't necessarily believe that she really had a miscarriage. Our fight consisted of name-calling, him calling me insensitive and cold, me calling him naive and manipulated, and bickering. Which was a lot considering we normally only fight over whose house is better from Game of Thrones. We spoke after our fight yesterday and were able to move on from it, but then today we both could feel tension and it was only amplified when he told me he was texting Dill to check on her. I feel like we have regressed and now I am back behind Dill in the pecking order when I feel that I should be first.

I deserve to be first, right? So, our slash relationships, how do I handle this? Is it best just to jump into couples therapy? This is something we both think is a good place to go but not necessarily right now. Do I suggest we go no contact until we get a clearer idea? I don't want to feel guilty if his sister really went through that and I take away her support, but at the same point I need to put my marriage first, part of me wants to just confront my dill and tape the conversation

because I know her and no she won't be able to not gloat to me. My marriage is my number one priority at the end of the day. How do I convey that I need it to be? Is two without coming off as selfish? This is where the OP started rant posting on everything from cake to dresses, so I skipped all the parts and am showing only the last two posts that the OP made. Update 3. Hey there, Helen is dead. No, that title isn't a joke, it's not a poor attempt at humor, effing Helen is dead,

she died on Saturday, alone. From what we can tell, we won't know for some time due to toxicology, but it appears as though she mixed the wrong medication with the wrong amount of Francia and passed in her sleep. It's been weird, D.H. is sad, very sad, which is to be expected but so far is handling it well, S. Phil is handling planning all the arrangements, we are debating if we will attend, part of me is against it, there are all the stories I have shared with my people here, and even some that I have not shared.

About how she has just been this persistent infection on my life, why honor her at all? But then part of me looks like it, my DH, my Lowe's, and my family of eels and I see some of their pain, that even though she really was effing Helen throughout their entire lives, she still had some rare moments of being mom. Personally, I feel angry, I guess that she got to go peacefully in her sleep,

sure her life was a hot effing mess but she deserved that after everything she has put everyone through, I didn't want the universe to be done serving her that karma pie that she's so rightfully deserved. I'll have to figure that out but I guess my username rings true. A bit today. Ding dong the Wicked Witch, effing Helen, is dead. I hope afterlife is like the good place except extremely hot so she is constantly sweaty and gross. Sorry, I'm petty. Update 4. Goodbye, Helen.

Thank you to all your words of support. Honestly, this has been a very emotional several days. We have decided to attend the services this week. We flew back to D.H.'s hometown yesterday. I'm taking a short break for myself to process. Process what? Ding-dong. Helen wrote death letters for all of us. They were in her safe. Phil handed them out last night. I've decided to post mine and write a short response to her. Dear Ding-dong, if you are reading this, I have died. I hope that by this time we have reconciled. and we have both seen the errors of our ways. I never gave you a full shot. I've been going to

therapy frequently and have come to see how much damage I have caused to my relationship with my son by isolating you. You are not a bad person and you seem to be a good partner to my son. I don't always agree with your choices of dress, lifestyle, and personality. But that is why God makes us all unique. We have both made mistakes in our relationship and for any pain I may have caused you by trying to be a good mother to my son. I am sorry. I should have said, seen you just wanted to make him happy. I hope that this is not the last letter I write to you. I plan to write new ones every two years to update them. I hope I can look fondly back on this in two years and laugh at how silly we were. You and I should be friends. We are both beautiful and good mothers.

I am sorry we have been at odds because you did not see eye to eye with me. Take care of my son and babies. I'll be watching over you, love, Helen, dear Helen. I am sorry that we could not have a better relationship for DH and our children, I look at the relationship DH has with my mother, even now in our time of grief. And wish that I could have had that, someone who could have been my ally, friend, and a second mother, I can honestly say that I tried, for years, I did my best to show you that I wanted to make it work with you, that I wanted to be there for you and have you be there for me, but every step of the way you fought it, you punished me for existing. You hatched plots against me, you embarrassed me on many occasions and you manipulated me and

the very end, I can say that I had genuine fear for what you might do to me on a regular basis. No person should live like that. I do not accept your apology, your passing, does not mean you deserve it. You were evil, cruel, and disrespectful to me on a consistent basis. I will not miss you, I will not share stories of you with my children. You do not deserve that. Most of all, I will help DH recover. He deserves healing and peace after a lifetime of hell. Go to Fingheng Helen, with no love, ding-dong, I cried writing that. It feels so good. I love all of you. Seriously, the almost three years I have been here has been so helpful. I am going to therapy. I am going to get through this. And I hope to be a wise commenter like so many of you,

one final one. I know you hate heat, Helen, so I hope hell is just as hot Chicago was this weekend X 10,000, Rod in Hell, which.