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She learned to braid their hair, left cute notes in their lunch boxes, and told everyone, \u201cI\u2019ve always wanted two little sisters.\u201d My dad called her an angel. My friends told me I was lucky. Even the social worker seemed impressed and wrote that Jenna was a \u201csupportive figure\u201d in the girls\u2019 lives. I clung to that idea like a life raft.<\/p>\n<p>The house felt different with all of us in it. Lily and Maya\u2019s backpacks lined the hallway, their drawings covered my mom\u2019s old fridge, and their bedtime stories replaced late-night gaming. Jenna kissed my cheek as I packed lunches and whispered, \u201cWe\u2019re building something beautiful, Ethan.\u201d I believed her. I believed every word because I needed to believe that love and hard work could fix everything my mom\u2019s death had broken.<\/p>\n<p>Then one afternoon, everything cracked. I came home early from a shift at the warehouse because a truck delivery was delayed. I parked out front, walked toward the house, and stopped when I heard Jenna\u2019s voice through the open living-room window. It wasn\u2019t the sweet, patient tone she used when I was around. It was sharp, cold, and full of something I had never heard from her before.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cGirls, you will not be staying here,\u201d she snapped. \u201cI am not spending my twenties raising you. When the social worker comes, you tell her you want a different family. Do you understand? Don\u2019t you dare cry. Go upstairs and do your homework. I hope you\u2019re gone soon.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>My stomach twisted. Then I heard her again, phone pressed to her ear, voice low and calculated. \u201cThey\u2019re upstairs. I just need my name on the deed to the house. Once they\u2019re adopted out, we\u2019re stuck, and that inheritance money should be for us.\u201d I stood frozen on the porch, my whole world tilting, realizing I was engaged to someone who was already planning to sell off my baby sisters like they were a problem to be removed.<\/p>\n<p>That\u2019s when a thought hit me hard and cold: I couldn\u2019t just confront her in private. If I went to war, it had to be in the open, where she couldn\u2019t twist the story or play the victim. Her mask had to come off in front of everyone.<\/p>\n<p><span data-sheets-root=\"1\">I backed away from the window, heart pounding. I sat in my car shaking, torn between bursting inside or pretending I\u2019d heard nothing. But then I pictured Lily\u2019s anxious frown and Maya flinching at raised voices\u2014and my choice was made.<\/span><\/p>\n<p>I called my friend Noah and told him everything. \u201cGet proof,\u201d he said. \u201cOtherwise she\u2019ll twist it.\u201d The idea felt awful, but the thought of Jenna threatening my sisters felt worse.<\/p>\n<p>That night I acted normal, greeting Jenna with a smile and hugging the twins tighter than usual. While she lectured them over crumbs on the counter, I slipped my phone onto a shelf and hit record. Soon her sweetness disappeared. \u201cOther families wouldn\u2019t want you if they saw how ungrateful you are,\u201d she snapped. Lily shrank. Maya stared at the floor. By the end, my hands were trembling\u2014but my mind was clear.<\/p>\n<p>Two days later, I baited the trap. I hinted at giving up guardianship. Jenna lit up instantly, hiding her excitement behind fake sympathy. When I suggested we marry sooner, she practically glowed. While she planned the wedding, I gathered the recordings and prepared a USB labeled \u201cJENNA.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>At the banquet, Jenna floated around in her white gown, bragging about becoming \u201ca real family.\u201d No one knew this wasn\u2019t a wedding\u2014it was a reveal. When she started her speech, I took the mic, lifted the remote, and said, \u201cTonight, we show who we really are.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>The screen switched to my kitchen. Jenna\u2019s voice filled the room: \u201cI\u2019m not spending my youth raising you\u2026 tell the social worker you want a different family\u2026 I hope you\u2019re gone soon.\u201d Then her phone call: \u201cI just need my name on the deed. That inheritance should be for us.\u201d The ballroom froze.<\/p>\n<p>Jenna lunged for the remote, crying that she \u201cdidn\u2019t mean it.\u201d I told the room there would be no wedding\u2014and no future with someone who saw my sisters as baggage. 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