At first, I thought she was just clumsy, always trying to help but somehow making things worse.
Then, over time, I realized the truth. Angela wasn’t just making mistakes—she was pretending things were accidents when they clearly weren’t.
At our wedding, she pulled my father aside right before the ceremony, asking him to help her with some made up emergency.
And while he was distracted, she took his place, looping her arm through mine and proudly walking me down the aisle like it was her moment. I was too shcked to react.
Then there was our honeymoon. Carl and I had carefully picked a quiet, romantic resort far from home, far from family. Or so we thought.
On our first morning there, as we sat on the beach, sipping coconut drinks and soaking in the sun, I heard a familiar voice.
