My Younger Sister Stole My Fiancé – But I Got the Ultimate Revenge at Her Wedding

When Paige’s sister steals her fiancé, betrayal isn’t enough, she wants to flaunt her little victory. One year later, an invitation arrives. Erica is getting married to the man she took, and she wants Paige to watch. But what Erica doesn’t know is that Paige has a plan. And before the night is over, the bride’s perfect day will be in ruins.

I wasn’t supposed to be at this wedding.

That much was clear from the sideways glances and the murmured whispers trailing behind me as I walked through the grand hall.

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I’ll admit, the wedding set up was stunning. Erica had taken her time to set the scene with shades of gold and ivory. The guests had come wearing their expensive gowns and tuxedos. Everything was… stunning.

But no amount of elegance could mask the rot beneath the surface.

This wasn’t just any wedding. This was her wedding.

Erica.

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My younger sister. My parents’ golden child. The one who was handed everything on a silver platter while I scraped and clawed for every bit of success I had.

And now?

She had taken the one thing that was supposed to be mine.

Stan.

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Stan had been my fiancé. He had been my future. He was the man I loved and trusted, until I came home early from work one night and found them tangled together in our bed.

I still remember how he froze, his face twisted in guilt. As for my sister? She had only smirked, her voice dripping with smug satisfaction.

“I won, Paige,” she had said simply. “Checkmate.”

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A month later, the wedding I had spent over a year planning was canceled, with all the vendors trying to keep my deposits. And what about Erica and Stan? They no longer had to sneak around. They were finally an official couple.

After that, I left town for a few weeks, moving around hotels while working remotely. I tried to put it all behind me, and eventually, I did. When I was ready, I moved back in and got myself a kitten.

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Then, the invitation arrived.

And now, a year after that entire fiasco, here I was, standing in the middle of their celebration, invited as nothing more than a spectator to their so-called victory.

I bet it was my parents who forced her to invite me. If Erica had her own way, she would never have invited me. Or maybe she would have… just to gloat. She was as nasty as they came.

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But what Erica didn’t know, what nobody knew, was that tonight, I wasn’t here to mourn my loss.

I was here to make sure that Erica would never forget what she had done to me. And with that, she would never forget the surprise I had planned for her wedding reception.

The ceremony was a blur. I stood near the back, barely listening as the officiant droned on about love and devotion. Honestly, they were just words that meant nothing.

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Stan, dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, stared at Erica with a look of adoration I knew was fake. She, in turn, beamed up at him like she had won the grandest prize of all.

I almost laughed.

Enjoy it while you can, sweetheart, I thought while sipping my champagne.

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By the time the reception began, the hall buzzed with laughter and clinking glasses. A massive screen behind the dance floor played a slideshow of their engagement photos, Stan lifting Erica into the air, their foreheads touching as they smiled at each other.

Honestly, if you didn’t know the history of how they got together, you would think they were genuinely happy.

And maybe they were. Maybe this was how things were supposed to turn out.

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But I wasn’t going to give in that easily. I wasn’t going to just let this go.

Why should Erica get the happily-ever-after, especially after all the pain and betrayal I had felt?

Nope. Not a chance.

Soon, their perfect little fairytale was about to take a turn.

I moved through the crowd unnoticed, my sleek black dress hugging my frame just right. I wasn’t dressed like a guest. I was dressed like a reckoning, and I felt confident, more confident than I had in a long time.

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Reaching the laptop connected to the projector, I slipped in my flash drive. A few clicks, a deep breath, and then…

Showtime.

The first few seconds went unnoticed. The guests continued sipping champagne and nibbling on canapés, lost in conversation. The bridal couple made their way through the crowd, stopping to talk and hug people as they went.

Then, Stan’s voice filled the hall.

“Please, don’t leave me!”

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The video played on the massive screen, the footage grainy from the security camera mounted in my bedroom. Stan was on the bed, his face streaked with tears. I was standing on the other end listening to him try to ‘explain’ what had gone on between him and my sister.

“Erica means nothing to me, Paige! Absolutely nothing!” he sobbed. “She was a mistake! I love you, Paige! I made a huge mistake!”

A heavy silence fell over the room.

I turned to look at Erica.

Her face drained of color.

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Stan, too, stood frozen, his eyes wide. His hands twitched at his sides.

But still, I wasn’t done.

The video cut to more security footage. I lived in a quiet neighborhood that was often targeted for break-ins, which was why I had security cameras installed everywhere and in every room.

Now, the footage showed Erica and Stan sneaking into my house together, slipping into my bedroom when they thought I was working late. Timestamp after timestamp, betrayal after betrayal.

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Then, the final nail in the coffin.

Erica, lying in my bed, laughing.

“She’ll never know…” she whispered, her voice light and breathy.

“Paige who?” Stan said, laughing with her.

A collective gasp spread through the crowd. Someone dropped a champagne glass.

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“Oh my God,” a woman murmured.

My mother looked like she might faint. My father’s jaw clenched so tightly I swore I heard his teeth grind.

And then, pure chaos.

Erica stumbled back, her hands shaking.

“This… this isn’t real!” she stammered.

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But the proof was right there, glaring under the bright glow of the screen.

“Dinner will be served now!” she blurted, waving her hands in the air. “Everyone just take your seats and enjoy!”

Stan turned to her, his expression morphing into pure rage.

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“Erica, you told me that you went onto Paige’s computer and deleted the footage.”

“Oh?” I mused, my voice dripping with mock innocence. “You mean you knew about it? You knew that the security cameras were going to catch you in the act?”

His face paled, giving himself away.

The guests murmured louder now, judgment and disgust flickering through their faces.

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And then, before Erica could retaliate, a voice cut through the tension.

“Paige.”

I turned.

Jack stepped forward from the crowd, his crisp white shirt visible beneath the black vest of his waiter’s uniform.

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Month ago, when I told Jack about what I wanted to do, he was adamant that he needed to be with me. He had just come over after work and the first thing he saw was my sister’s wedding invitation on the table.

“I want to go to the wedding,” I said. “I just don’t want to be… I don’t know. Jack, Erica is a problem. She’s used to everything being about her. I want to teach her some kind of lesson.”

Jack moved around the kitchen, chopping whatever I asked him for.

“Then I’ll come with, Paige,” he said.

“But I don’t want to draw attention to you,” I said, handing him a bowl of ramen. “I don’t want Erica to spoil my moment before I even get to it. And if she sees you, that’s exactly what she’ll do.”

“Then I’ll come in as a waiter, if that’s what it takes!” he said. “But I want to be there. That way, if you need me, I’ll be right there.”

In the end, I gave in. I was switched off from my parents, and I hadn’t been close with my family for a long time, so knowing that Jack was around made me feel better.

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Now, Jack set down his tray of champagne glasses on a table and smiled at me.

His sharp blue eyes met mine. They were steady and unwavering… and reassuring.

I had never been more grateful to see someone in my entire life. As much as I was surrounded by family, having Jack around was the one thing that had kept me grounded throughout the ceremony. I despised Erica and Stan but watching them actually get married did tug at my heart.

But now? Seeing Jack?

I was comforted.

“Shall we go?” I asked.

Jack shook his head and walked over to me.

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Gasps rippled through the crowd as he strode toward me, each step measured and purposeful. And then, without hesitation, he dropped to one knee.

The room, already reeling from the scandal on screen, now fell into a stunned silence.

Jack reached into his pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. He opened it, revealing the most breathtaking ring I had ever seen.

“I’ve waited long enough to ask you this, my love,” he said, his voice strong, clear, and certain. “Paige, will you marry me?”

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A sharp inhale swept through the crowd.

Erica let out a strangled sound.

“Are you… are you kidding me right now?” she screeched. “Paige! Why? What the hell? Now? At my wedding?!”

She looked like a deer in headlights but she also looked a canon about to burst through the room, taking everything down with her. For a moment, I felt bad. But on a whole… I felt vindicated.

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I smiled, the weight of the past year lifting from my shoulders.

She had stolen the wrong man. Stan was nothing compared to Jack. Jack was everything that Stan hadn’t been. He was trustworthy and certain about life and his love for me.

Stan? Stan had just wanted a good time.

But as I looked at him now, he looked heartbroken. He looked like everything wrong had happened to him and the weight of it all was suffocating. He looked at Erica who was still fuming. He even tried to reach out to hold onto her hand but she tugged it away with such a force that he looked shocked.

I would have checked on him. But he wasn’t my problem.

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Instead, I turned back to Jack, my chest tight with emotion.

“Yes!” I said, my voice unwavering. “Yes, Jack! I will!”

The room erupted. Some guests, still reeling from the scandal, now cheered. My mother wiped away tears, not of shame this time, but of joy.

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Erica’s face twisted in pure, unfiltered rage. There was something unfamiliar about her rage. I hadn’t seen her so upset in my entire life. Erica was used to getting everything she wanted but now on the most important day of her life, she had lost control. There was no joy in her actions. There was no victory over me anymore.

There was just… anger and hurt. And disappointment. I should have felt bad, right?

But I couldn’t. I just couldn’t bring myself to it.

“This is my day!” she shrieked, stamping her foot and knocking her chair over.

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I turned to her, tilting my head.

“Oh, honey,” I said, my voice dripping with sweetness. “You stole that fool from me and my wedding. I just returned the favor and stole the show.”

Then, with Jack’s hand firmly in mine, I walked out of the hall, leaving my sister standing at her wedding reception, humiliated, betrayed, and hurt.

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The wedding was far behind us, but my heart was still racing. The echoes of gasps, whispers, and Erica’s shriek still clung to the edges of my mind.

Now, though, it was just Jack and me.

We sat across from each other in a tiny 24-hour diner, both of us absurdly overdressed for a place that served greasy fries and milkshakes in chipped glasses. My sleek black dress felt out of place against the cracked leather booth, and Jack looked like he had just stepped out of a movie scene.

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And yet, this was the most comfortable I’d felt all night.

Jack slid a plate of fries toward me.

“Eat,” he commanded. “You’ve had a long day.”

“That’s an understatement,” I laughed, but I picked up a fry anyway.

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For a while, we just sat there, the hum of the diner filling the silence. It wasn’t awkward, it was easy. But that had been life since I met Jack.

Finally, I set my drink down and met his gaze.

“So… how long were you planning that?”

“The proposal?” he smirked.

He exhaled, leaning back against the booth.

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“I’ve wanted to ask you for months, Paige. But I knew you weren’t ready. Not just for marriage, but the whole commitment thing? You needed time to heal. I wasn’t going to rush that.”

His fingers traced patterns on the table and then picked up his milkshake.

“But when I found out that she invited you? That was the final straw. I wasn’t going to let you stand there alone while she flaunted him in front of you.”

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“And you got a job in the catering industry, or you snuck in?”

“I called in a favor, honey,” he grinned. “Apparently, I look good holding a tray.”

I laughed, really laughed, for the first time in a long time.

Jack leaned forward, his expression much softer now.

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“I meant every word, Paige. I love you. And I’ll wait as long as you need. But this evening felt like the right moment to finally ask.”

“I think,” I said after a moment, “that you chose the perfect moment.”

And for the first time in a long time, I felt like I had won.

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My MIL Made Me Sleep on the Garage Floor After My Husband Died – She Didn’t Expect to Beg for My Help a Month Later

When April’s husband dies, she loses more than just the love of her life. She loses her home. Forced to sleep in the garage while her cruel mother-in-law, Judith, takes everything, April has no choice but to endure. But when Judith falls gravely ill, she comes begging for help. Will April choose revenge… or forgiveness?

I used to believe that love could protect me from anything. That my husband, James, would always be there to catch me if I fell.

When he asked me to leave my career in finance to be a stay-at-home mom, he promised I’d never have to worry about anything. I loved him, so I agreed.

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We had twin baby girls, Grace and Ella, who became our entire world.

And then, he died.

The call came on a gray afternoon. James had been rushing home from a business trip, eager to see us. The roads were slick, and his car skidded off the highway. The officer on the phone kept talking, saying things like instant impact and no suffering.

But all I heard was the sound of my own heartbeat thudding in my ears.

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The days blurred. The funeral came and went. I clung to my daughters, to the last voicemail James had left me, replaying it just to hear his voice.

I thought losing him was the worst thing that could ever happen to me.

I was wrong.

I had spent hours at the cemetery after the funeral. I had just wanted a few more moments with my husband before I went back to reality.

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Judith, my mother-in-law, had taken the girls home.

“We’ll talk when you get back,” she said. “I’ll get the twins bathed and settled in.”

When I returned home from the funeral, Judith was waiting for me.

She sat in the living room, her back straight, hands folded in her lap, staring at me with that same cold, calculated look she always had.

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“This house belongs to me, April,” she said. “I let James and you live here, but now, I’m taking it back.”

My breath caught. I felt like someone had just pushed me.

“Judith, I…”

I thought I misheard her.

“What?”

She exhaled sharply, as if already bored of the conversation.

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“James never changed the deed,” she said. “I gave him the option after the twins were born, but he never followed through. So the house is still in my name. You can stay. But you’ll sleep in the garage.”

I stared at her, searching for a flicker of humanity. Some sign that she was speaking out in grief, that she would take it back any second now.

But she didn’t.

She just sat there, waiting for me to break.

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She wanted me to beg her. I knew she did.

I looked at my daughters, their big, innocent, and sleepy eyes watching me from the couch. They had already lost their father. I couldn’t let them lose their home, too.

So, I agreed.

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The garage smelled like oil and rust. At night, the cold crept through the thin camping mat and duvet I slept on. The cold seeped into my bones every night. When it got too unbearable, I curled up in the backseat of the car, my arms wrapped around myself for warmth.

I told myself it was temporary.

James had left money for us, but legal things took time. And I just had to be patient. Because until the lawyer finalized everything, I had nothing.

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No job, no access to our accounts, nowhere to go.

And even if I had someone to call, I couldn’t imagine saying the words out loud. The shame would have choked me.

I existed in silence. I only stepped into the house to cook and eat with the girls. To do their laundry and kiss them goodnight. I moved around my own home like a stranger.

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Now, even a month later, Judith barely acknowledged me. Why would she, anyway? She had won.

One afternoon, I was sitting in the living room with my girls. The crayons rolled across the coffee table, scattering in every direction. Grace and Ella sat cross-legged on the floor, their tiny hands gripping their colors of choice, faces scrunched in deep concentration.

“I’m drawing Daddy’s eyes blue!” Grace said, pressing hard into the paper. “Like the ocean.”

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Ella tilted her head, studying her drawing.

“Mine is smiling. Daddy always smiled,” she said, a smile creeping onto her face.

I swallowed past the lump in my throat.

“He did,” I murmured.

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The air felt thick, heavy with the weight of unspoken things. The only sounds were the scratch of crayon against the paper and the occasional shuffle of tiny feet against the rug.

I ran my fingers along the edge of a blank sheet, willing myself to keep it together.

Then, Ella spoke.

“Mommy?”

I looked up.

“Yeah, baby? What’s wrong?”

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She hesitated, chewing her bottom lip.

“Why do you sleep in the garage?”

My hands stilled.

Grace looked up too, her expression open and trusting. It was the same expression James would have on his face when he wanted the girls to tell him about their nightmares.

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“Yeah,” she said. “Grandma sleeps in your bed. Why don’t you sleep there?”

A sharp, twisting pain settled in my chest.

I forced a smile, tucking a strand of hair behind Ella’s ear.

“Because sometimes grown-ups have to make hard decisions, baby girls. It’s not always nice, but there’s always a bigger reason.”

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Ella frowned. I could see thoughts formulating in her head.

“But you’re Daddy’s wife,” she said simply.

The words knocked the air from my lungs.

“I am,” I whispered. “I am Daddy’s wife, yes.”

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Grace blinked up at me, waiting. I hadn’t realized that my girls were holding onto these thoughts.

“Then why doesn’t Grandma get the big bed?”

I opened my mouth, but no words came.

A creak sounded from the hallway. I glanced up, and there, just beyond the corner…

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Stood Judith.

She wasn’t watching me. She was watching them.

Her hands gripped the doorframe, her face pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. For the first time, she looked like a woman who had made a terrible mistake.

But she didn’t say a word.

She just stood there, listening. And when I didn’t answer my daughters, she turned and walked away.

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And then, one night, there was a knock at the garage door. I opened it to find Judith standing there.

But she wasn’t the same woman who had banished me. For the first time in a long time, I looked at her.

Her usually pristine hair was unkempt, the gray streaks more pronounced. Her face, always so rigid with control, was pale and sunken. Her lips were dry and cracked.

And her hands… her hands trembled uncontrollably.

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I frowned.

Had she always been this thin? I cooked every day, making sure that there was more than enough food for all four of us. Had Judith not been eating?

She swallowed hard, and when she spoke, her voice cracked.

“April, please.”

I said nothing.

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She blinked rapidly, as if trying to hold back tears.

“I made a terrible mistake.”

I waited.

She exhaled shakily, then whispered.

“I’m sick…” she said.

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Her lips pressed together, and for the first time, I saw something I had never seen in her before.

Fear.

I should’ve felt vindicated. I should have relished the moment she stood before me, desperate and vulnerable. But all I felt was exhaustion.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice hollow.

Her hands tightened into fists at her sides.

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“The doctors say it’s bad. And I can’t stop thinking that maybe… maybe this is my punishment.”

I crossed my arms. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“For what? For throwing your widowed daughter-in-law into a garage?”

She flinched, as if I had slapped her.

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“For everything, April. For the way I treated you, darling. For the way I pushed people away.”

Silence stretched between us.

Then, she reached into her coat and pulled out a stack of papers.

“I transferred the house to you and the girls, April,” she said. “It’s yours now. Officially. As it always should have been.”

“Why?” My stomach clenched.

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“Because I have no one else.”

I stared at the papers in my hands. This is what I had been waiting for, proof that I never had to beg. That I never had to fear being thrown away again.

But Judith’s face was lined with regret. And in that moment, I saw her not as my personal tormentor but as a woman who had finally realized the weight of her own cruelty.

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I stepped inside.

“Come inside,” I said.

Her breath hitched.

“Oh, it’s cold in here,” she said.

“I know, but you get used to it,” I replied.

For the first time, the woman who had once looked at me like I was nothing let herself cry.

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The guest room still didn’t feel like hers. I could see it. The way she moved around it, like a stranger, making sure that everything was in the exact same spot it had been.

Judith sat stiffly on the edge of the bed, hands folded in her lap, staring at the cup of tea I had placed on the nightstand.

The soft glow of the bedside lamp cast shadows across her face, making her look small somehow.

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It was the first night since I had moved back into the house, with Judith moving into the guest room. Everything felt… strange.

And I wasn’t sure how I felt to be in the same room that James and I had shared for so long. But I was just grateful to be back inside.

Now, I sat across from Judith, pulling my legs up onto the chair, cradling my own mug between my hands.

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The silence stretched, thick and uneasy but not hostile.

She was the one who broke it.

“I have cancer,” she said quietly. “Stage three.”

I exhaled slowly. We both knew it was serious, but hearing the words still sent a strange, sinking feeling through my chest.

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“I don’t know what’s going to happen next,” she admitted.

Her hands trembled slightly as she traced the rim of her mug.

“I’m scared, April.”

“I know,” I said, nodding. “You’re not alone, though, Judith. I’m here. The twins are here for cuddles and laughs.”

“I don’t deserve you… after everything…”

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“Probably not,” I said, cutting her off before she could spiral into guilt. “But Grace and Ella love you. And whether you like it or not, you’re part of this family.”

Her throat bobbed, and she let out a shaky breath.

“James would want us to take care of each other.”

“Yeah,” I replied. “He would.”

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Judith exhaled sharply, rubbing a hand over her face.

“God, I’m going to be eating so much damn soup, aren’t I?”

I snorted.

“Oh, absolutely! Soup, herbal tea, all the nutritious food you never wanted to touch before.”

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She made a face.

“Can’t we just pretend wine is medicinal?”

I laughed, and to my surprise, Judith laughed too.

It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t easy. But in that moment, I knew we were going to be okay.

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Because despite everything, we were family.

After that, I took Judith to every doctor appointment possible. I wanted to get back to work, but I figured that this was more important for the moment.

We had the money that James left behind, and we would use it until I got back into action.

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The doctor’s office smelled sterile, the antiseptic strong. Judith sat beside me, hands folded tightly in her lap, her knuckles bone-white.

Dr. Patel, a man in his fifties with kind eyes, adjusted his glasses and flipped through Judith’s chart.

“The biopsy confirms it’s stage three,” he said gently. “We need to start treatment as soon as possible. Chemo, radiation… It won’t be easy, but it’s still treatable.”