I Became the Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died — My Fiancée Acted Like She Loved Them Until I Discovered What She Really Said

My stomach twisted.

“You don’t get a choice. Go do your homework. Soon you’ll be out of my life, and I can go back to planning my wedding. You’ll still be invited—but don’t expect to be bridesmaids.”

I heard their footsteps rushing upstairs. The door slammed.

I stood there, frozen, trying to process her words. I didn’t want her to know I was home. I needed to hear more.

Then her tone changed—lighter, almost cheerful. She was on the phone.

“They’re finally gone,” she said. “Karen, I’m losing my mind. I have to pretend to be the perfect mom all day. It’s exhausting.”

She laughed softly. Then her voice sharpened again.continue reading …