When my younger sister Clara got engaged to Jack, a kind and dependable guy, I promised them $10,000 as a wedding gift to help start their life together. But just two weeks before the big day, Jack discovered Clara had been cheating—with his best friend. The wedding was called off, and while Jack walked away heartbroken, Clara acted like she was the victim.
Days later, she showed up at my apartment, demanding the $10,000 anyway. “You promised,” she said, insisting she needed it for a new place and even a shopping spree. I couldn’t believe her audacity. When I refused, I told her I’d already given the money to Jack instead—though at that point, it was a lie.
Her fury was unmatched, but I stood firm. Eventually, I realized Jack truly deserved the help. So I did give him the $10,000 to invest in a startup he’d dreamed of. Months later, his business thrived, and he sent me a heartfelt note thanking me for believing in him. Seeing him rebuild his life felt better than any thanks Clara could give.
Clara, meanwhile, cut me off, sulking at our parents’ house and painting me as the villain. But I don’t regret a thing. She needed to learn that actions have consequences, while Jack needed a second chance. Maybe I’m not the perfect sister—but I know I’m the honest one. And that, to me, is enough.