But betrayal from family breaks the spirit differently.
My uncle was someone I trusted.
He used to visit us often and laugh with us in my home.
One day my life changed.
I learned he had slept with my wife behind my back.
The pain hit me like fire. I could not breathe.I could not think.
I felt weak and angry at the same time.
I wondered why a person I respected would destroy my home.
My nights became long.My days became heavy.People told me to forget.
But forgetting felt like a joke.
I wanted peace.I wanted my mind back.
I wanted the truth to catch up with him.
A friend noticed how broken I looked.
He told me that some situations need a spiritual push to bring balance.
He told me that justice does not always come through fighting.Sometimes it comes through quiet spiritual strength.
I reached out for help.I explained the betrayal from my uncle and how it had ruined my life.
I was told that every wrong action carries its own return.And that the energy of wrongdoing can be redirected back to the source.
I followed the guidance I was given.
I focused on healing and letting the universe do its work.
Within days things began shifting.
My uncle, who once walked with pride, started losing the confidence he used to carry.
He could not sleep.He looked worried and uneasy.He tried to talk to some relatives.He said his life was falling apart.TO READ FULL STORY, TAP HERE.