I Became Guardian to My Twin Sisters After My Mom Died — My Fiancée Tried to Get Rid of Them

I’m 25 years old.
Six months ago, my mother died in a car crash—and overnight, I became the legal guardian of my ten-year-old twin sisters, Lily and Maya.

Grief didn’t wait. Bills didn’t pause. Two little girls who had just lost their mom needed safety and stability, and suddenly, I was their only parent.

My fiancée, Jenna, promised to help. At first, she was perfect—packing lunches, braiding hair, telling people she loved being part of our “new family.”

Then the mask slipped.

I came home early one day and heard her voice—cold and cruel. She told the girls she didn’t want to raise them, ordered them to lie to the social worker, and said she hoped they’d be sent away. Moments later, I heard her on the phone, whispering about getting her name on the deed and taking their inheritance.

I didn’t confront her. I prepared.

That night, I pretended to agree—said maybe I’d give up the girls, maybe we should marry quickly. She was thrilled and planned a big banquet.

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