Two years ago, when my mom passed away, my world shattered. She was my hero, and cancer took her from me when I was just fourteen. Left with no family except Aunt Cheryl, I thought I was lucky when she offered to take me in. But it didn’t take long to realize she had ulterior motives.
Cheryl had three kids, and while they lived in luxury, I was stuck in a dusty attic with little to my name. I was given leftovers, hand-me-downs, and ignored on my birthday, while Cheryl lavished her children with gifts. Then, on my sixteenth birthday, I learned the shocking truth: my mom had left me a trust fund, but Cheryl had been using it for herself and her family’s lifestyle.
One day, Olivia, a woman who worked with my mom, showed up. She revealed Cheryl had been spending my trust fund on vacations, cars, and private school for her kids instead of saving it for my future. When Cheryl confronted Olivia, everything unraveled. Legal action was taken, and my aunt lost everything.
I was moved to a loving foster home, where I finally felt safe. On my 18th birthday, I signed the last form to claim my inheritance. Cheryl’s greed had cost her everything, but I had hope for the future once again. Karma had arrived, and I was free.
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