Confronting the Scheming Sister

The phone rang, shattering the quiet.

It was the police.

My parents. Gone. Just like that.

My world collapsed, leaving me drowning in debt and sorrow.

Then, Ethan Miller, my fiancé, stepped in, a savior from a powerful family.

He handled everything, defying his grandfather, who despised me as the "daughter of a bankrupt failure."

We married, and for five years, he was the perfect husband, encouraging my dreams of rebuilding.

I poured my soul into ninety-nine startups, each failing catastrophically.

Investors pulled out, competitors mimicked my ideas, my data leaked.

Ethan always picked up the pieces, assuring me, "The tech world is brutal. We'll try again."

On the anniversary of our first date, I decided to surprise him at his office with red roses.

But the door was ajar, and I heard him talking to his best friend, Chad.