Hailey became my stepsister when I was 11. From the start, she treated me cruelly, mocking me and making me feel unwanted. I spent years hoping she’d change, but high school was full of her jabs and humiliations. My parents tried to help, but she always twisted the story to make herself look like the victim.
Now I’m 26, and on my wedding day, she seemed surprisingly kind—helping with details and even offering to hand me my bouquet. I let myself hope we might finally be close. But as I was about to walk down the aisle, her smile twisted and she shoved me, trying to ruin my moment. I nearly fell, supported only by my dad’s arm.
Though stunned and hurt, I continued the ceremony numb, trying to focus on my fiancé, but I could feel her resentment hanging over every vow. At the reception she “congratulated” me with fake warmth, but I saw the hatred in her eyes.
I married the love of my life despite her sabotage. Her cruelty proved she hasn’t changed, and I cut her out of my life. Though the betrayal still stings, I’m determined to move forward and leave her toxic presence behind.