When my mom passed unexpectedly, I suddenly became the guardian of my ten-year-old twin sisters, Lily and Maya. Overnight, my organized life as a young engineer shifted into school drop-offs, bedtime routines, and evenings filled with quiet grief. My fiancée, Jenna, moved in quickly and seemed supportive, patient, and gentle with the girls. For a while, I believed she truly cared—until the day I came home early and heard a tone in her voice I had never heard before.
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