Then I met Melissa. She seemed perfect—smart, caring, and understanding.
When I asked her to move in, I made it clear that Liam was part of the deal.
She hesitated but agreed, with the odd condition that she wouldn’t contribute financially.
I ignored the warning signs because I wanted things to work.
I never thought she’d betray us so soon.
On moving day, I stepped out to get ingredients for a special dinner.
When I came back, I found Liam’s belongings—his clothes, books, even his backpack—dumped on the porch.
Melissa was standing there, eerily calm, telling Liam it was time for him to “stop freeloading.”
My heart shattered as I saw the pain and confusion on his face.
To her, Liam wasn’t family—he was just an inconvenience.
That was it. I told her to leave, no questions asked.
Anyone who couldn’t accept my brother didn’t deserve a place in my life.
That day reminded me of the kind of partner I don’t need and what truly matters.
Liam and I? We’re still together, stronger than ever.
