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Relief washed over me. “Really? You’d do that?” “Of course, darling. We’re family.”

So I handed over every dollar—everything I’d spent nearly a year building. Her smile stretched wider as she slipped the money into her designer purse. “I’ll start tonight,” she promised. “This is going to be perfect.”
Days passed with no updates. Every text I sent came back with a curt reply: “Still working on it” or “These things take time.” Calls went unanswered. Then her phone went straight to voicemail.
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