My Sister Burned My House Down, Demanding I Give up My Inheritance to Fund Her Luxe Wedding – But She Didn’t See This Coming

But my sister surprised me, maybe it took her hitting rock bottom for things to change. However, she showed up every day and was never late.

She also didn’t post anything online: no fake brunches, no luxury hashtags, just quiet, consistent effort.

Marissa, who stayed with Jasper and me, also took care of my son after school sometimes. He slowly warmed to her as they rebuilt their relationship.

Three months in, she made a down payment to reclaim our parents’ house. It was my suggestion, and I helped her set up a payment plan.

I was shocked when she made it work!

Six months later, she signed it over to Mom’s estate. Then, on my birthday, she handed me an envelope with a letter.

“I can never undo what I did. But I hope I can start to make it right.

I’ve arranged for you and Jasper to move into our parents’ house. Consider it a small repayment for the home I took from you.”

Now, two years later, she’s grounded, responsible, and married to a sweet man named Kyle. They didn’t have a lavish wedding, just a backyard ceremony with paper lanterns and barbecue.

They had a daughter last spring!

I still don’t trust her completely; I probably never will. But as I watch her cradle her baby and laugh with Jasper, I feel something loosen inside me. Maybe some people can change.

And maybe Dad would be proud of me for standing my ground, and of her, for finally becoming the sister I always wanted.