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My brother, Mark, had been trying to soothe
Mandy, but seeing me going off like a
firecracker at everyone, he frowned and
started lecturing me about disrespecting my
elders.
I thought back to the last time, when he’d
used the internet to try and destroy me,
making it so I was too scared to even leave
the house. And how he arranged for my car to
get sabotaged, which almost killed me.
Even when I was near my breaking point, my
so–called brother hadn’t let up.
He and Jake had teamed up, switching out
my meds to turn me into a basket case.
When I jumped, my wrists were a roadmap of
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Completely nuts.
Living hell.
“How can you even talk to me about being a
‘good daughter?‘ You were a total joke when
you decided to ditch your family and marry
some stripper! Then, when you joined the
family company, you ran it straight into the
ground in three months. If I hadn’t stepped in,
you’d all be sucking fumes right now.”
I would never have said stuff like that before,
because I wanted to save face for them,
especially Mark. He was useless, and had a
hair–trigger temper. The reason he liked
Mandy was because she was weaker than
him, he just used her to make himself feel
better. Compared to Mandy, he was the all-
く
powerful big brother, but next to me, people
would point out he couldn’t do a thing
without me.
Mark’s face went white, his features twisting
- up.
“You’re a failure! Can’t people even point that
out?”
I twisted the knife, aiming straight for his soft
spots.
Just then, Mandy started crying, “Sis, yell at
me all you want, but leave Mom, Dad, and
Mark out of this. It’s all my fault. I shouldn’t
have come here like this, but I’m running out
of time. The doctor says I only have six
months left…”
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She could give a tutorial to the greenest of
green tea girls and she would come out on
top. Should I not call her out? She ruined my
wedding, stole my man, and now she’s playing
the victim? She’s disgusting.
The “six months to live” thing was a total lie.
But it was enough to get everyone to try and
destroy me for her.
I finally understood: it was favoritism.
No matter what Mandy did, they’d always side
with her.
I stopped paying attention to them and turned
to walk away.
The wedding dress felt heavy, but I felt lighter
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than I had in years.
I’d been given a second chance.
This time, I was only living for myself.
That same day.
moved out of the honeymoon suite and
started drafting the divorce papers.
To give them a taste of their own medicine, I
swiped the full video from the photographer,
did some editing, and uploaded it online.
Caption: “High–Society Drama: Sisters Fight
Over the Same Man.”
The headline caused a freakin‘ tsunami of
clicks.
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In a matter of hours, the story was trending.
[Ew! Disgusting! This “dying sister” thinks
she’s the main character in a novel? What is
it with the dying drama? If she wants to die,
she should hurry up and do it, and stop
ruining her sister’s wedding.]
[Sisters looking for ideas on how to steal
someone’s man, take notes: “The doctor says
I’m dying, will you spend my last moments
with me?” LMAO! She’s the highlight of my
year.]
[The groom isn’t any better. She crooks her
finger, and he comes running like a puppy.
What does he think of his wife? Is she just
part of their twisted game? What a pair of
trash cans.]
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[This poor girl! Her husband gets stolen, her
wedding gets ruined, and she gets blamed by
her family. She has to be adopted, right?]
The internet went wild.
The phrase “The doctor says I’m dying, will
you spend my last moments with me?”
came a meme.
People kept dropping it into conversations to
troll everyone.
