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

May had always been in second place. Her younger sister, Stacy, was the golden child. She swam competitively, won awards, and received all the attention from their parents. May, on the other hand, did everything right — straight A’s, chores without being asked, but it was never enough. The love she craved seemed to always slip through her fingers.

Her only refuge was her grandmother. The one person who truly saw her, who made her feel loved and important. But when May graduated high school, her parents kicked her out, and only her grandmother was there to help her move into a college dorm, funding her scholarship with love and sacrifice.

Years passed, and May built a life for herself. She married Henry, despite her grandmother’s warnings that something didn’t feel right about him. But she believed in their love.

Then, the news came. Her grandmother, the one person who always believed in her, was terminally ill. May returned to her grandmother’s home to care for her, only to have a painful conversation that planted seeds of doubt. Her grandmother had seen something, something she couldn’t ignore — Henry and Stacy. The possibility of betrayal was unthinkable, but as May confronted her sister and husband, the truth became undeniable.

In a heart-wrenching moment of clarity, May walked in on Henry and Stacy in her bed, confirming her worst fears. Henry’s cold words and Stacy’s smug grin pierced deeper than the pain of betrayal itself. May packed her bags, left the life she had built, and turned to the one person who had never let her down — her grandmother.

But just as May started to rebuild, she learned the hardest lesson of all: life can take more than it gives. Her grandmother passed away while May was eight months pregnant, never getting the chance to meet the child she had always adored.

At the funeral, the lawyer read the will. Her grandmother left everything to May and her unborn child. Her family exploded in anger. Yet, amidst the chaos, May finally found peace — the peace her grandmother had always provided, now a permanent part of her future.

Then, Stacy came knocking, desperate and broken. She begged for help after her choices left her homeless and alone, but May knew better. Her sister had destroyed everything, including their family. May stood firm, offering nothing but the contact information for a good lawyer.

As Stacy stormed out, May felt the weight of years of suffering begin to lift. The betrayal, the loss, the heartache — it all started to fade. With her grandmother’s inheritance and the love she had left behind, May was ready to take the next step forward. For the first time in her life, she felt free.

She placed a hand on her belly, whispering, “Thank you, Grandma. I’ll make you proud.”