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My Parents Said I Was In Rehab—Until My Sister’s Fiancé Learned Who Paid For The Wedding

My Parents Said I Was In Rehab—Until My Sister’s Fiancé Learned Who Paid For The Wedding ‪@GoodStoriesOfficial‬ Don’t forget to subscribe and click the 🔔 My parents told everyone I was in rehab, until my sister’s fiancé found out who actually paid for the entire banquet. It started with a notification on my phone screen: Transfer Complete: $125,000 to Chateau Lumiere Events. I stared at the confirmation, sitting in my cramped one-bedroom apartment, feeling a mix of nausea and desperate hope. That money was my entire bonus from a high-risk tech investment I’d made three years ago—money nobody in my family knew I had. To them, I was just Avery, the mousy middle school history teacher who wore thrift store cardigans and drove a ten-year-old Honda. To them, I was the failure who never lived up to the sparkling potential of my younger sister, Bella. Bella was marrying Julian, the heir to a shipping fortune. His family was "old money," the kind that intimidated my parents into a state of constant, frantic performance. My mother and father had promised Bella the wedding of the century to impress their new in-laws, a promise their maxed-out credit cards couldn't keep. So, I had stepped in. I wanted to be the hero. I wanted, just for once, to see my mother look at me with the same adoration she reserved for Bella. "We’ll pay you back when the house market turns," my father had lied, clapping a hand on my shoulder a month ago. "You’re saving the family honor, Avery." I believed him. I wanted to believe him. Then came the phone call, less than twenty-four hours before the ceremony. "Avery, honey," my mother’s voice was too high, too sweet. It was her 'bad news' voice. "Listen, we’ve been talking with Bella and the wedding planner. We think it might be better if you… didn't attend the reception tomorrow." The phone grew slippery in my hand. "What? Mom, I’m the maid of honor. I paid for the venue. I paid for the catering." "I know, I know," she rushed on, her tone hardening. "But Julian’s family… they’re very particular. They’re judgmental people, Avery. And let’s be honest, you look exhausted lately. Your hair, your skin… you don’t look healthy. We don’t want them thinking we don’t take care of our own. It would be humiliating for Bella if her sister looked like a… like a charity case next to the bridesmaids." #familydrama #reddit #redditstories #familystory #revengestory #revenge