When my perfect sister, Stacy, stole my husband while I was pregnant, my world shattered. Stacy always believed she was better than me, and for a while, it seemed like she had won. But life has a way of turning things around.

Growing up, I always felt invisible. No matter how hard I tried to impress our parents with good grades and hard work, Stacy was their favorite. She was the star athlete, and I was always in her shadow. The only person who truly saw me was my grandmother, who loved and supported me unconditionally.

Years later, I married Henry, ignoring my grandmother’s warnings about him. When I became pregnant, I believed Henry would change. But my grandmother suspected something was wrong. Sadly, she was right. I came home one day to find Stacy and Henry together.

They kicked me out of the house, and I went to live with my grandmother. She became my rock, but soon after, she revealed she was very ill. I cared for her until she passed away, just before my baby was born.

At her funeral, my family was shocked when her will left everything to me and my child. Not long after, Stacy showed up at my door, broke and desperate. Henry had cheated on her, lost his job, and they were drowning in debt. She begged me for help.

I refused. “You made your choice, Stacy. Now you live with it.”

As she stormed away, I felt no guilt. For the first time, I stood up for myself. With my grandmother’s gift, I could finally build a safe, happy life for my baby and me. I placed my hand on my belly and whispered, “Thank you, Grandma. I’ll make you proud.”