April Fool's Betrayal: A Sister's Revenge

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er hand resting on her flat stomach. She looked at

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ever, were not

ents!" my mother, Susan Miller, cried out, her hands flying to her mouth. My fa

you had it in you,

the kitchen doorway, a cup of coffee growing cold in my hands. I watch

l happeni

y like

he moment I met her. Mark, my older brother, easily swayed and completely wrapped around her little

his exact moment was t

their life savings. They happily handed over $200,000, their entire re

. She wanted more. She d

rs streaming down her face. "It's for your nephew! Yo

t kind of money. But they emotionally blackmailed me, shamed me, until I caved.

her excuses grew thin. So she orchestrated an "accident." She staged a fall dow

question. He didn't ask for my side of the story. He didn't care. He found m

He left me in a dark alley to

r regret. Why had I been so weak

en, I

un streaming through my window. It was

given a sec

e lie that had cost me my life. The coffee cup in my hand

s time, there would be no money.

there would

g, already doting on her. "You and Mark need a proper home.

een worried about. We saw this beautiful condo, but the down payment is $200,000.

t his chest. "Your mother and I have our retirement savings. It

parents with gratitude. "Thank you, Mom, Da

fect family portrait. A portrai

ugness was back, a flicker of triumph in her gaze. S

. The condo is amazing, but we'll need furniture, baby supplies... it all adds up. I

er eyes lighting up with the same mani

eeds some help. You' re the aunt, y

ur mother is right. We're all putt

The pressure. They expected me to fall in line, to sa

down on the counte

truly were: a greedy manipulator, a weak-willed fool, and two selfish parents

e spread ac

my voice cle

Four pairs of eyes sta

" my father asked, his

lare withou

not giving her