Valentine’s Day wasn’t just another holiday filled with chocolates and roses. For Melanie and me, it was also our first wedding anniversary—a day meant to be special, a celebration of our love. Or so I had thought. It had been her idea to get married on Valentine’s Day, calling it the “ultimate romantic gesture.” At the time, it sounded perfect. But when our first anniversary approached, I felt an overwhelming pressure to make it unforgettable. After all, it wasn’t just an anniversary—it was also Valentine’s Day. Two occasions wrapped into

I gathered my family under one roof, hoping to spend time with them. But that night, I heard whispers behind closed doors—schemes, hidden agendas, betrayals. So, I set new terms for my inheritance they couldn’t ignore. I always said that in old age, you have only two options: either you become a quiet, gentle grandmother who sits in a rocking chair, bakes pies, and hands out candy to her grandchildren, or you turn into a brilliant schemer who never lets her family relax for a second. Without a doubt, I

For years, my parents let my younger sister, Mia, take everything from my older sister, Brit. She took her happiness, her confidence, and even her boyfriend. It was like Brit’s life wasn’t her own—Mia had a way of making sure she always came first. But when Brit came back for a family gathering, pregnant and full of hope, Mia tried to take one last thing. This time, we didn’t let her. I’m Nick, the middle child, always caught between my two sisters. Brit is my older sister, the one who