“My sister met her fiancé by pure chance in a parking lot. It felt like something straight out of a fairy tale. He was a wealthy man, and their romance progressed at lightning speed, just three months later, he was on one knee, proposing to her.
When she introduced him to our family, I realized just how incredibly lucky we were. We had always lived paycheck to paycheck, struggling to get by, and then this man walked into our lives like a golden ticket. It was the kind of opportunity most people could only dream of. But looking back, I’m not proud of what I did next.
My sister had always been the better one: smarter, prettier, more successful. She was always ahead of me in everything. And somewhere deep down, I convinced myself that she could still make it on her own. She was capable of building a career, earning money, and living a full life.
But I didn’t feel that way about myself. I had always struggled to find my place. I stole my sister’s rich fiancé. My family cut me off—but I was living the dream.