My Perfect Sister Stole My Husband While I Was Pregnant but Soon Regretted It and Begged Me for Help – Story of the Day #9

All my life, I had been in second place. No matter how hard I tried, I was never enough for my parents. I brought home straight A’s, kept my room spotless, and did everything I could to make them proud.

But none of that mattered. Stacy, my younger sister, was their shining star. While I was quietly succeeding in school and doing chores without being asked, Stacy was breaking records at swim meets.

My parents treated her like a celebrity and spent every spare moment focused on her success. I felt invisible.

The only person who ever truly saw me was my grandmother. She would often take me to her home, where I felt warmth and love that I never felt at my own house.

In many ways, she raised me. I spent weekends and summers with her, learning to cook, watching old movies, and feeling like I mattered.

When I graduated high school, my parents didn’t even pretend to care. They kicked me out, telling me I was on my own now.

It was my grandmother who helped me move into my college dorm after I earned a scholarship.

That scholarship was my only way to escape. Once I turned 18, I refused to take any more money from her.

She had done enough for me. When I landed a good job after graduation, I was proud to finally be able to give back to her.

Now, I am married to Henry. My grandmother never liked him. She always said something felt off about him, but I believed he loved me.

Recently, though, my grandmother had been feeling unwell. I felt a knot in my stomach as I drove to her house.

I knew I had to visit her. She needed me now, just like I had always needed her.

We were sitting at the kitchen table, sipping tea. My grandmother stirred her tea slowly, her eyes focused on the cup. Then, she looked up and asked, “Are you still with Henry?”

I froze for a moment, my fingers tightening around my mug. “Of course,” I said. “We’re married.”

Her eyes didn’t leave mine. “And his affairs?”

I shifted uncomfortably in my chair. That question hurt more than I wanted to admit. “He promised he wouldn’t cheat again,” I said.

“And you believe him?” she asked softly.

“I’m trying,” I murmured. “He loves me. I have to believe that.” I hesitated, then added, “I’m pregnant. I want my child to have a father.”

My grandmother’s expression didn’t change. “That’s not love, May,” she said gently.

“He sees me,” I said, trying to convince both of us.

“Then why does he spend so much time with your parents and Stacy?” she asked.

I looked away. “I talk to them too. Just not as much,” I said, trying to brush it off.

“Exactly.” She let out a heavy sigh. “I don’t want to upset you, but my friend saw Henry and Stacy together. They were at a restaurant.”

My stomach dropped. I felt like I couldn’t breathe. “What are you saying?” I asked, my voice trembling.

“Maybe Stacy couldn’t handle you being happy,” she said softly.

“That’s ridiculous!” I snapped, my heart pounding. “I don’t want to talk about this!”

I grabbed my bag and stood up. I couldn’t listen anymore. As I headed for the door, I heard her voice, calm but filled with worry. “May, sweetheart, I’m only trying to help,” she said gently. But I was already gone.

As I drove home, my anger boiled inside me. My grandmother had crossed the line this time.

How could she say something so cruel? Henry had made mistakes, but he was trying. And Stacy? She was selfish, but even she wouldn’t stoop that low.

When I pulled into the driveway, I turned off the engine and took a deep breath. I needed to calm down.

But the moment I stepped inside, something felt wrong. Then, I heard noises coming from upstairs.

Soft, muffled sounds that shouldn’t have been there. My heart pounded as I climbed the stairs.

My hands shook as I reached for the bedroom door. I swung it open and froze.

Henry and Stacy. In my bed.

Tears filled my eyes. I couldn’t move. For a moment, the world stopped. Henry was the first to see me.

His eyes went wide with panic as he jumped out of bed, scrambling to put on his clothes.

“May! What are you doing here?!” Henry shouted, his voice filled with panic.

I couldn’t believe my ears. “What am I doing in my own house?!” I screamed, my voice shaking.

“You were supposed to be at your grandmother’s!” Henry barked, pulling on his shirt.

“That’s all you have to say?” I asked, my eyes filling with tears. “I just caught you in bed with my sister, and that’s your excuse?”

“So what?” Stacy said, sitting up in bed. A smirk spread across her face. “I’m better than you. I always have been. No wonder Henry realized it too.”

“How dare you!” I yelled, my anger boiling over.

“But it’s true,” Henry said, his tone cold and cruel. “Stacy is prettier. She always looks good, wears makeup, and stays in shape.”

“And she doesn’t work!” I snapped.

“Having a job doesn’t matter,” Henry said. “And let’s be honest. You’ve gained weight.”

My stomach dropped. My hand instinctively touched my belly. “Because I’m pregnant! With your child!” I screamed.

Henry’s face hardened. “I don’t know if that’s true,” he said. “Stacy and I talked. I’m not sure the baby is mine.”

My mouth fell open. I could barely breathe. “Are you kidding me?! You’ve been the one cheating on me over and over!”

“Maybe you cheated too,” Henry said, crossing his arms like he was the victim.

“Yeah, right!” Stacy chimed in, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

“Shut up!” I yelled at her, my hands shaking.

“She can say whatever she wants,” Henry said. “I’m done with this. I’m filing for divorce.”

“Are you serious?!” I screamed, my heart pounding.

“Yes. Pack your things and leave by tonight,” Henry said coldly. “The house is in my name.”

I scoffed, wiping my tears. “We’ll see how long you last without me,” I said, then turned to Stacy. “Just so you know, he’s been unemployed for six months. He can’t even find a job.”

“He still bought me expensive gifts,” Stacy said with a smug grin.

“I wonder whose money he used!” I shot back, my voice full of disgust.

I packed my things, stuffing clothes into bags. By the evening, I was gone. I had nowhere else to go.

My heart shattered as I drove to the only place I knew I’d be safe. I stood at my grandmother’s door and rang the bell.

When she opened it and saw me, I couldn’t hold it in anymore. Tears streamed down my face as I whispered, “You were right.”

She pulled me into her arms. “There, there, everything will be fine,” she said softly, stroking my hair.

Henry and I divorced, and he took everything. The house, the furniture, and even some of the things I bought myself.

All I had left was my car. I didn’t care. I was just glad to be free from him. My grandmother was the only one who stood by me through everything.

She gave me a place to stay and made sure I didn’t feel alone. I was incredibly grateful for her love and support.

One evening, as I was folding laundry, my grandmother walked into the room. Her face looked serious. She sat down beside me and took my hand. “May, we need to talk,” she said softly.

My heart sank. “What happened?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

She took a deep breath. “I didn’t want to tell you, but I guess I have to,” she said. “When I started feeling unwell, the doctor said I had only a few years left.”

I froze. “What?…” I whispered, my throat tightening.

“I didn’t say anything because I thought I had more time,” she said gently. “But now… the doctor says I only have a few months.”

My eyes filled with tears. “No… this can’t be happening,” I murmured.

“Unfortunately, I won’t be able to help you with my great-grandchild,” she said, her voice full of sadness.

“Please, Grandma,” I begged. “Promise me you’ll live long enough to meet him. Promise me you’ll see him.” Tears streamed down my face as I hugged her tightly.

She stroked my hair, her touch gentle. “I can’t make promises I’m not sure I can keep,” she whispered.

With each passing day, my grandmother grew weaker. I could see it in her eyes and the way her hands trembled.

I tried to spend as much time with her as possible. I stopped going to the office and started working from home.

I wanted to be close in case she needed me. I cooked her favorite meals, even though she barely ate.

I cleaned the house and kept things in order, but I made sure she still felt useful.

“Grandma, do you like this color for the nursery?” I asked one afternoon, holding up fabric samples.

She smiled softly. “The blue one. It’s calm and peaceful.”

We took short walks when she felt strong enough. We watched our favorite shows in the evenings, laughing at the same jokes we had heard a hundred times. She was my strength, and I was hers.

But no matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t stop time. My grandmother passed away when I was eight months pregnant.

She never got to meet her great-grandson. Losing her shattered me, but I had to stay calm for my baby. I couldn’t let my grief hurt him.

At the funeral, I saw my family for the first time in a long time. My parents, Stacy, and even Henry showed up.

Stacy didn’t look like herself. Her face was pale, and her eyes looked hollow. She seemed tired and worn out.

After the service, we gathered in my grandmother’s living room for the reading of her will. I sat quietly, my hands resting on my belly.

“There’s not much to say,” the lawyer began. “Everything is inherited by May and her child, with a note saying, ‘For always being there.’”

I froze. I knew my grandmother would leave me something, but I never imagined she would leave me everything.

My family exploded into shouting. My parents argued. Stacy threw a fit. Even Henry had something to say. The noise was too much. I felt dizzy. The lawyer noticed and quickly escorted them out.

With my grandmother’s inheritance, I had enough to take maternity leave without worry.

Still, I didn’t want to waste her money. I planned to work as long as I could. I knew she would want me to be strong.

Not long after the funeral, someone rang my doorbell. I wasn’t expecting anyone.

When I opened the door, I saw Stacy. She looked even worse than she had at the funeral.

“What do you want?” I asked, my voice flat.

“Can I come in?” Stacy asked softly, avoiding my eyes.

“Say what you need here,” I said.

“I need your help,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper. “I need money.”

I crossed my arms. “Why should I help you?”

“Henry still hasn’t found a job,” she said, her voice trembling. “We lost the house because of the debts. Now we’re living with our parents.” She looked down. “And… he’s cheating on me.”

“That was your choice, Stacy,” I said. “You stole my husband because you thought you were better than me. Remember?”

“I didn’t know it would turn out like this,” she whispered. “Maybe… maybe you could let us stay with you? You have more space than our parents.”

I blinked in disbelief. “Do you hear yourself? You spent your whole life putting me down. You took my husband. And now you want my help?”

“Is it that hard for you?!” Stacy snapped, her voice rising.

“You convinced Henry that I wasn’t carrying his child,” I said firmly. “I need to focus on my son’s future. Not you.”

Her eyes filled with tears. “What am I supposed to do?!” she cried.

“You made your choice,” I said with a calm but firm voice. “The most I can do is give you the contact info of a good divorce lawyer.” I paused and added, “After all, you did save me from Henry.”

“You’re horrible!” Stacy yelled, her face twisted with anger.

I looked at her, my heart steady. “Think about everything you’ve done to me and then decide who’s really horrible here.”

“I’m not leaving Henry!” she screamed. “I don’t need your lawyer!” She turned and stormed away.

I watched her leave without saying another word. I felt no guilt. I had finally stood up for myself.

I went inside and closed the door behind me. For the first time in a long time, I felt like I could breathe. The weight of everything was slowly lifting. I leaned against the door and let out a deep sigh.

My heart still ached for my grandmother. I missed her every day. The house felt empty without her warmth and love. But even though she was gone, she had taken care of me and my baby.

She had left us with security and a future. I placed my hand on my belly and whispered, “Thank you, Grandma. I’ll make you proud.”