The Sister-in-Law Who Tested Me
From the start, Lydia had been difficult. She loved to “invite” me to trendy restaurants, then conveniently “forget” her wallet. I paid bill after bill, hoping to win her over. But she never once repaid me — not even with a coffee.
One afternoon, she cornered Asher and me outside our office, begging for more money. This time, I refused. I was tired of her games. To my relief, Asher backed me up, telling her firmly that enough was enough.
The look Lydia gave me then — eyes blazing, lips curled in contempt — told me everything. She saw me as a threat. Someone who was stealing her brother’s loyalty. And she wasn’t going to let me win so easily.
The Accusation That Shattered the Room
Dinner had gone smoothly. Conversation flowed, and for a moment I thought Lydia had chosen peace. After dessert, she excused herself to the bathroom. When she returned, everything changed.
She stood abruptly, voice sharp as a blade:
“You stole my wallet, you filthy thief!”
The room froze. Forks clattered against plates. I blinked, stunned, as she stormed over to me. Before I could react, she reached into the bag at my side and pulled out her wallet, holding it high like a trophy.
“See? I knew it was you!” she sneered.
Gasps erupted. Asher’s mother covered her mouth. His father’s eyes widened. All attention turned to me.
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