All my life, I felt like an outsider in my family. My mother adored my younger sister Angela, calling her beautiful and brilliant, while I was ignored. The only one who cared for me was my father, George, but he couldn’t change my mother’s favoritism. When I wanted to go to college, my mother refused, calling me “stupid.” Yet, they sent Angela to a private school and even demanded I pay her tuition. That was the moment I decided to move out and build my own life.

I found a small apartment and later met Tom, who became my husband. For a while, I felt free from my family’s toxicity. But when I visited my parents, Tom seemed captivated by Angela. Soon after, my father suffered a heart attack, and I cared for him while my mother and Angela drained his money. He eventually passed away, leaving me devastated—and afraid of what they’d take next.

Two days later, my father’s lawyer called. My father had secretly saved $1.5 million for me since birth. I kept it to myself, but when Tom asked about the inheritance, I lied. He immediately left me for Angela, handing me divorce papers. I signed them without hesitation.

With the lawyer, I returned to my parents’ home for documents. Angela presented a fake will, but the lawyer exposed it. As I left, Tom begged me to take him back. I refused, walking away for good.

I moved to a peaceful house by the ocean and opened my own business. I never spoke to my family again.

In time, I learned they squandered everything, living in hardship. Justice, at last, had quietly found its way.