My sister Erica had it all handed to her on a silver platter. She was the youngest, the favorite… Our parents spoiled her rotten, while I had to fight for everything. They paid for her college, bought her a car when she turned 18, and never missed one of her recitals. And me? I had to earn a scholarship and work long hours. They even skipped my graduation because Erica had a sore throat.
Yet somehow, she still envied me. My independence, my career, and, most of all, my relationship.
When I introduced her to my fiancé, Stan, she stood close to him, laughing too much and “accidentally” brushing against him. Then, one night, I came home early… and found them together.
Stan froze. But Erica? She smiled mockingly, “I WON. CHECKMATE.”
A month later, our wedding was called off. They didn’t have to hide anymore; they were officially a couple.
I left town, trying to put it all behind me.
But a year later, an invitation arrived.
They weren’t just getting married, they wanted me to see it! To witness their victory.
But there was one thing Erica didn’t know…
And while she stood at the altar, basking in her moment of triumph, I just smiled, because in a few minutes, her whole world was about to crumble. (The full story in the comments). 🔽🔽🔽
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