I helped with decorations.
I even paid several surprise invoices when vendors demanded additional deposits.
Every time Jessica called crying about costs, I solved the problem.
Every time my parents worried about appearances, I stepped in.
Not once did I ask for recognition.
I simply wanted my sister to have a beautiful wedding.
Looking back now, I realize that was exactly why they thought they could take everything.
During the months leading up to the wedding, my parents developed a strange obsession with my penthouse.
At first, it seemed harmless.
“What do you think it’s worth now?” my father would ask.
“Have property values increased?” my mother would add.
“How much equity do you have?”
“Do you ever plan to sell?”
The questions became constant.
I answered politely.
I never imagined they were gathering information.
