I came home expecting a warm, joyful reunion. Instead, I walked into a room full of uneasy glances, hushed whispers, and a secret so big it made me wish I had never come back. For years, I had dreamed of this moment—returning from abroad, stepping through my parents’ front door, and being met with laughter, tight hugs, and maybe even a few happy tears. I had imagined my mom’s arms around me, my dad’s proud smile, my sister Emily squealing with excitement. And I thought I had picked the perfect

When my landlord Amanda heartlessly tossed my belongings into the trash and locked me out of my own apartment without warning, I thought I had lost everything. But just twenty-four hours later, I stood across the street, arms folded, watching her struggle to drag her own furniture to the curb. Eviction notices fluttered on the building door. That was karma—pure, undeniable, and well-deserved. Ever since I turned eighteen, I had one goal: to live on my own. My parents begged me to stay home a little longer. “Evie, why rush?”

My sister-in-law, Candice, had always believed the world owed her whatever she wanted. But nothing—absolutely nothing—could have prepared me for her latest demand. She wanted me to have a baby, just so she could keep it as her own. And when I refused, she didn’t take no for an answer. That’s when I knew I had to teach her a lesson she would never forget. Think you’ve got crazy relatives? Let me tell you about mine. You might just change your mind. I’ve been married to my wonderful husband, Harry,