My perfect sister Stacy stole my husband Henry while I was pregnant, shattering me. All my life, I had been second to Stacy, who always excelled and was my parents’ favorite. I was left feeling invisible, but my grandmother always saw me and supported me. As an adult, I married Henry, despite my grandmother’s warnings about him. When I visited my grandmother, she revealed that Henry was still cheating, and I dismissed her concerns. But when I returned home,

I found Henry and Stacy in bed together. He didn’t deny it, and I was devastated. He coldly told me he was filing for divorce, and I was left with nothing but my car. I moved in with my grandmother, who comforted me,