When my perfect sister, Stacy, stole my husband while I was pregnant, I was shattered. I had spent my life living in her shadow, always trying to prove my worth, but she always came out on top. I thought life couldn’t get worse, but it did. After Stacy’s betrayal, I left Henry and moved in with my grandmother, the only one who ever truly supported me.

When my grandmother fell ill, I visited her, and she warned me about Henry’s affair with Stacy. I didn’t believe it at first, but when I came home early one day, I caught them in my bed. My world crumbled as Henry admitted his feelings for Stacy and told me to leave. I packed my things and sought refuge at my grandmother’s, who was the only constant in my life.

After my grandmother passed away, I inherited everything she had, including her home. But Stacy showed up at my door, asking for help after her life with Henry fell apart. She begged for money and even wanted to stay with me, but I refused. I reminded her of everything she had taken from me and stood my ground, finally putting my foot down. Stacy left, angry and empty-handed.

Though my heart still ached for my grandmother, I felt free. The house felt emptier without her, but I had a future, a new life to focus on with my baby. I whispered to my belly, “Thank you, Grandma. I’ll make you proud.”