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Chapter 1

Kyra had been trying to conceive for two years after her marriage, but without success. The doctor advised her to improve her nutrition and eat "meat" to aid in conceiving. She began secretly consuming various meats every day.

When she was six months pregnant, a detailed ultrasound revealed that the baby had a cleft lip and heart issues. I suggested not keeping the baby. When the baby was born with deformities, the whole family expected me to be the fall guy, responsible for the family's problems.

**Chapter 1**

"Mom, it's either her or me in this house. I can't live here if she stays!" Kyra screamed from the kitchen door, clutching a knife threateningly.

I took a deep breath, trying to stay calm. "The baby has serious heart and brain issues, Kyra. If it's born, it might either die or be severely brain-damaged!"

Without warning, Kyra threw the knife at me. Luckily, my dad pulled me aside just in time, and it embedded in the wall.

"She just doesn't want me to have this baby because she's afraid it will take your love and attention away!" Kyra cried hysterically.

"Jordyn, you're thirty and don't plan on getting married. Why can't you just be happy for me? I tried for two years to have this baby. He'll at least call you Aunt Jordyn. Why can't you wish him well?"

"I'm trying to look out for you. I'm giving you a kind reminder!" I tried to reason with her.

"Bullshit! You just want the house all to yourself!"

Kyra pointed at Andrew. "Andrew, this baby is yours. If you don't make her leave today, I'll get rid of the baby tomorrow!"

**Chapter 2**

I looked at my brother, hardly believing my ears. Andrew and I had always been close growing up, living in the most luxurious homes together. Before he got married, we were the best of friends.

"Brother..." I pleaded.

"Jordyn, stop provoking Kyra. Just move out!" Andrew snapped, avoiding my gaze.

"Mom, pinch me. Did my brother just tell me to move out?" I asked, turning to my mother.

"Pack your things and move out," my mom said, weariness etched on her face. It felt as if I was the one causing all the chaos.

I turned to my dad, hoping for some support, but he frowned. "Jordyn, you're thirty years old. People gossip because you're still living at home."

Their words hit me like a bucket of cold water. Just last night, I had bought my mom a gold bracelet, my dad a new phone, my brother the game console he had wanted, and Kyra that LV bag she'd been eyeing.

As I left without breakfast this morning, my mom had chased me downstairs with some food. Was everything I had seen just an illusion?

Kyra smirked. "Jordyn, Mom and Dad, and Andrew have long wanted you to move out!"

I glanced back at my parents. My mom gritted her teeth. "Jordyn, Kyra isn't wrong. With you here, this house is in constant turmoil!"