When my perfect sister stole my husband while I was pregnant, I felt completely devastated. She always thought she was better than me, and finally got what she wanted. But life has a way of turning everything upside down. When her life fell apart, she showed up at my flat begging for help.
All my life, I had been second best. No matter how hard I tried, I was never good enough for my parents. I brought home straight As, kept my room clean, and did everything I could to make them proud of me.
But none of it mattered. Stacy, my younger sister, was their shining star. While I quietly excelled at school and did my chores without being asked, Stacey was breaking records at swimming competitions.
My parents treated her like a celebrity and devoted every spare minute to her successes. I felt invisible.
The only person who truly saw me was my grandmother. She often took me to her house, where I felt the warmth and love that I never felt in my own home.
In many ways, she raised me. I spent weekends and summers with her, learned to cook, watched old movies, and felt important.
When I finished school, my parents didn’t even pretend to care. They kicked me out of the house, saying that I was on my own now.
My grandmother helped me move into a college dorm after I received a scholarship.
This scholarship was my only way out. When I turned 18, I refused to take any more money from her.
She had done enough for me. When I got a good job after graduating from university, I was proud that I could finally repay her.
Now I am married to Henry. My grandmother never liked him. She always said there was something wrong with him, but I believed he loved me.
Recently, however, my grandmother fell ill. As I drove to her house, my stomach knotted up.
I knew I had to visit her. She needed me, just as I had always needed her.
We sat at the kitchen table sipping tea. My grandmother slowly stirred her tea, her eyes fixed on the cup. Then she looked up and asked, ‘Are you still with Henry?’
I froze for a moment, clutching my mug with my fingers. ‘Of course,’ I said. ‘We’re married.’
Her eyes never left mine. ‘And his business?’
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. The question hit me harder than I wanted to admit. ‘He promised he wouldn’t cheat again,’ I said.
‘And you believe him?’ she asked gently.
‘I’m trying to,’ I mumbled. ‘He loves me. I have to believe that.’ I hesitated, then added, ‘I’m pregnant. I want my child to have a father.’
My grandmother’s expression didn’t change. ‘That’s not love, May,’ she said softly.
‘He sees me,’ I said, trying to convince us both.
‘Then why does he spend so much time with your parents and Stacey?’ she asked.
I looked away. ‘I talk to them too. Just not as often,’ I said, trying to brush her off.
‘Exactly.’ She sighed heavily. ‘I don’t want to upset you, but my friend saw Henry and Stacey together. They were at a restaurant.’
My stomach dropped. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. ‘What are you saying?’ I asked, my voice shaking.
‘Maybe Stacey couldn’t handle seeing you happy,’ she said softly.
‘That’s ridiculous!’ I snapped, my heart pounding. ‘I don’t want to talk about this!’
I grabbed my bag and stood up. I couldn’t listen anymore. As I headed for the door, I heard her voice, calm but full of concern. ‘May, dear, I’m just trying to help,’ she said softly. But I was already gone.
As I drove home, I was boiling with anger. This time, my grandmother had crossed the line.
How could she say something so cruel? Henry made mistakes, but he tried. And Stacey? She was selfish, but even she wouldn’t stoop that low.
When I pulled up to the house, I turned off the engine and took a deep breath. I needed to calm down.
But as soon as I stepped inside, I sensed that something was wrong. Then I heard noises coming from upstairs.
Soft, muffled sounds that shouldn’t have been there. My heart pounded as I climbed the stairs.
My hands trembled as I reached for the bedroom door. I threw it open and froze.
Henry and Stacey. In my bed.
Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t move. For a moment, the world stood still. Henry was the first to see me.
His eyes widened in panic, and he jumped out of bed, trying to put on his clothes.
‘May! What are you doing here?!’ Henry shouted, his voice full of panic.
I couldn’t believe my ears. ‘What am I doing in my own house?!’ I shouted, my voice shaking.
‘You were supposed to be at Grandma’s!’ Henry barked, pulling on his shirt.
‘And that’s all you can say?’ I asked, my eyes filling with tears. ‘I just caught you in bed with my sister, and that’s your excuse?’
‘So what?’ said Stacey, sitting up in bed. A smirk spread across her face. “I’m better than you. I’ve always been like that. No wonder Henry realised it too.”
‘How dare you!’ I shouted, boiling with rage.
‘But it’s true,’ Henry said, his tone cold and cruel. ‘Stacey is prettier. She always looks good, wears makeup and keeps herself in shape.’
‘And she doesn’t work!’ I snapped.
‘Having a job doesn’t matter,’ Henry said. ‘And let’s be honest. You’ve gained weight.’
My stomach dropped. My hand instinctively touched my belly. ‘Because I’m pregnant! With your child!’ I shouted.
Henry’s face hardened. ‘I don’t know if that’s true,’ he said. ‘Stacy and I talked. I’m not sure the baby is mine.’
My mouth fell open. I could barely breathe. ‘Are you kidding me?! You’re the one who cheated on me over and over again!’
‘Maybe you cheated too,’ Henry said, crossing his arms as if he were the victim.
‘Yes, exactly!’ Stacy chimed in, her voice sounding satisfied.
‘Shut up!’ I yelled at her, my hands shaking.
‘She can say whatever she wants,’ Henry said. ‘I’m done with this. I’m filing for divorce.’
‘Are you serious?!’ I screamed, my heart pounding.
“Yes. Pack your things and be gone by tonight,‘ Henry said coldly. ’The house is in my name.”
I smiled wryly, wiping away my tears. ‘We’ll see how long you last without me,’ I said, then turned to Stacey. “For your information, he’s been unemployed for six months. He can’t even find a job.”
‘But he still buys me expensive gifts,’ Stacy said with a smug grin.
‘I wonder whose money he used to do that!’ I replied, my voice full of disgust.
I gathered my things, stuffing my clothes into bags. By evening, I was gone. I had nowhere else to go.
My heart was breaking as I drove to the only place I knew I would be safe. I stood at my grandmother’s door and rang the bell.
When she opened it and saw me, I couldn’t hold back any longer. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, ‘You were right.’
She wrapped her arms around me. ‘There, there, everything will be all right,’ she said softly, stroking my hair.
Henry and I got divorced, and he took everything. The house, the furniture, even some things I had bought myself.
All I had left was my car. I didn’t care. I was just glad to be free of him. My grandmother was the only one who supported me through everything.
She gave me a place to live and made sure I didn’t feel lonely. I was incredibly grateful to her for her love and support.
One evening, as I was folding laundry, my grandmother walked into the room. Her face looked serious. She sat down next to me and took my hand. ‘May, we need to talk,’ she said softly.
My heart sank. ‘What’s wrong?’ I whispered, barely audibly.
She sighed deeply. ‘I didn’t want to tell you, but I guess I have to,’ she said. ‘When I started feeling unwell, the doctor said I only had a few years left to live.’
I froze. ‘What?’ I whispered, my throat tightening.
‘I didn’t say anything because I thought I still had time,’ she said softly. ‘But now… the doctor says I only have a few months left.’
My eyes filled with tears. ‘No… that can’t be,’ I muttered.
‘Unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you with my great-grandson,’ she said, her voice full of sadness.
‘Please, Grandma,’ I pleaded. ‘Promise me you’ll live long enough to meet him. Promise me you’ll see him.’ Tears streamed down my face as I hugged her tightly.
She stroked my hair, her touch gentle. ‘I can’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep,’ she whispered.
Every day, my grandmother grew weaker. I could see it in her eyes and in the way her hands trembled.
I tried to spend as much time with her as possible. I stopped going to the office and started working from home.
I wanted to be there in case she needed me. I cooked her favourite meals, even though she hardly ate.
I cleaned the house and tidied up, but at the same time made sure she still felt needed.
‘Grandma, do you like this colour for the nursery?’ I asked one afternoon, holding fabric samples in my hands.
She smiled softly. ‘Blue. It’s calm and peaceful.’
We took short walks when she felt strong enough. In the evenings, we watched our favourite programmes, laughing at the same jokes we had heard hundreds of times before. She was my strength, and I was hers.
But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop time. My grandmother died when I was eight months pregnant.
She never got to see her great-grandson. Her loss devastated me, but I had to stay calm for my baby. I couldn’t let my grief hurt him.
At the funeral, I saw my family for the first time in a long time. My parents, Stacey, and even Henry came.
Stacey didn’t look like herself. Her face was pale and her eyes were sunken. She looked tired and exhausted.
After the service, we gathered in my grandmother’s living room to hear her will read. I sat quietly with my hands folded on my stomach.
‘There’s not much to say,’ the solicitor began. Everything is inherited by May and her child, with the note: ‘For always being there.’
I froze. I knew my grandmother would leave me something, but I never thought she would leave me everything.
My family burst into tears. My parents argued. Stacey made a scene. Even Henry had something to say. There was too much noise. My head was spinning. The solicitor noticed this and quickly ushered them out.
My grandmother’s inheritance was enough for me to take maternity leave without any problems.
But I didn’t want to waste her money. I planned to work as long as I could. I knew she would want me to be strong.
Shortly after the funeral, someone rang my doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone.
When I opened the door, I saw Stacey. She looked even worse than she had at the funeral.
Her face was pale, and her eyes were red and swollen. Her clothes were rumpled, and her hair was a mess.
‘What do you want?’ I asked, my voice steady.
‘Can I come in?’ Stacey asked quietly, avoiding my gaze.
‘Tell me what you want here,’ I said.
‘I need your help,’ she said, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘I need money.’
I crossed my arms. ‘Why should I help you?’
‘Henry still hasn’t found a job,’ she said, her voice trembling. ‘We lost our house because of debt. Now we’re living with my parents.’ She lowered her eyes. ‘And… he’s cheating on me.’
‘It was your choice, Stacey,’ I said. ‘You stole my husband because you thought you were better than me. Remember?’
‘I didn’t know it would turn out like this,’ she whispered. ‘Maybe… maybe you’ll let us stay with you? You have more space than our parents.’
I blinked in confusion. ‘Are you listening to yourself? You’ve spent your whole life belittling me. You stole my husband. And now you want my help?’
‘Is it really that hard for you to understand?!’ Stacy snapped, raising her voice.
‘You convinced Henry that I’m not carrying his child,’ I said firmly. ‘I need to focus on my son’s future. Not on you.’
Her eyes filled with tears. ‘What am I supposed to do?!’ she cried.
‘You made your choice,’ I said calmly but firmly. ‘The most I can do is give you the contact information for a good divorce lawyer.’ I paused and added, ‘After all, you saved me from Henry.’
‘You’re horrible!’ Stacy shouted, her face contorted with anger.
I looked at her, my heart sinking. ‘Think about everything you’ve done to me, and then decide who’s really horrible here.’
‘I’m not leaving Henry!’ she yelled. ‘I don’t need your solicitor!’ She turned and stormed away.
I watched her leave without saying another word. I didn’t feel guilty. I had finally stood up for myself.
I went into the house and closed the door behind me. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. The weight of everything that had happened slowly lifted. I leaned against the door and took a deep breath.
My heart still ached for my grandmother. I missed her every day. The house felt empty without her warmth and love. But even though she was gone, she still cared for me and my child.
She left us with security and a future. I placed my hand on my belly and whispered, ‘Thank you, Grandma. I will make you proud.’
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