My Sister Threw Me Down The Stairs Over Our Father’s Inheritance. “Dad’s Money Is For My Wedding!” She Screamed Behind Me. Then I Felt Both Hands Slam Into My Back, And Suddenly…

because I couldn’t stand seeing her shine.

“I’m not jealous,” I said. “I’m tired.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You work at a hospital doing whatever boring administrative thing you do. You’ll be fine. I need this.”

I felt Derek’s eyes flick toward me, curious, as if he was suddenly realizing he didn’t actually know what I did.

“I think you should leave,” I said.continue reading …