She Promised to Pay Me Back. Three Years Later, I Realized the Truth About My Sister.

The next morning, I transferred $25,000 — nearly every penny I’d made from the flower shop sale. It wasn’t a small sum. But I told myself if the tables were turned, Lisa would do the same for me.

We wrote up a simple agreement over coffee at her kitchen table. We both signed it. Nothing fancy. Just two sisters trying to do the right thing.

I tried not to think about it. For six months, I said nothing. I didn’t want to be the sister who hounds her family over money. After all, they said they just needed a year.

But one year came and went. Then two.

And the only thing I received in that time were excuses.

“It’s been a rough quarter,” Rick would say, shrugging.

“Tuition came due for the kids,” Lisa added. “We’re stretched thin.”

Yet social media told a different story.

They posted about weekend getaways, new handbags, lavish birthday brunches. And one day, Rick pulled into their driveway in a shiny new SUV.

That was the moment I started saving screenshots. Not out of spite, but because I knew — deep down — I was being taken advantage of.

A Thanksgiving Confrontation Changed Everything

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