My Perfect Sister Stole My Husband While I Was Pregnant but Soon Regretted It and Begged Me for Help
Ever since I can remember, I lived in my sister Stacy’s shadow. She was the golden child—top of her swim meets, doted on by our parents—and I was the quiet one who dutifully brought home straight A’s and kept the house spotless, only to be met with indifference. My only refuge was Grandma’s home: her…