All my life, I lived in my sister Stacy’s shadow. Even when I married Henry and became pregnant, my parents still favored her. But the ultimate betrayal came when I caught Henry and Stacy in bed together.
They mocked me, insulted my looks, and kicked me out of my own home. I moved in with my beloved grandmother, the only one who truly cared. After our divorce, Henry took everything—but I had my freedom and my baby on the way.
When my grandmother passed, I inherited her home. Then one day, Stacy showed up on my doorstep—broke, cheated on, and begging for help. “I need money,” she whispered.
I stood firm. “You stole my husband. Now live with the consequences.”
She screamed, called me cruel—but I felt peace. I had finally chosen myself.
With my hand on my belly, I whispered, “Thank you, Grandma. I’ll make you proud.”
