I cared for my mother through her final days, giving up my job and social life just to be by her side. So when the will was read and everything was left to my younger sister, Phoebe, I was shocked. I had expected to inherit the house—I had been the caregiver, while Phoebe had barely…

I cared for my mother through her final days, giving up my job and social life just to be by her side. So when the will was read and everything was left to my younger sister, Phoebe, I was shocked. I had expected to inherit the house—I had been the caregiver, while Phoebe had barely shown up. She’d always been the wild one, flitting in and out of Mom’s life.

Dan, my husband, was furious and kept pressuring me to contest the will. At first, I resisted, wanting to honor Mom’s wishes, but his persistence eventually wore me down. When Phoebe refused to sell, we got into a horrible fight. She claimed I had everything already, and I accused her of being the favored daughter despite doing nothing.

Right before our court date, I uncovered Dan’s true motive—he was drowning in gambling debt and planned to sell the house to pay it off. I was furious and walked out immediately. I went to Phoebe, told her the truth, and apologized for everything. She offered to split the house, but I declined. “Mom wanted you to have it,” I said sincerely.

That conversation changed everything between us. We opened up about the insecurities we had carried for years—how we both felt like the lesser daughter in Mom’s eyes. I told her I was leaving Dan, would finally support her flower shop, and take the overseas job I had put off. Phoebe smiled and said, “We’ll both be fine.” For the first time, I truly believed it.