My sister slept with the man I was going to marry, got pregnant, and wanted to move into the house we had just bought, but when she changed the locks, she discovered that fate had another humiliation in store for her…

The sky was gray and heavy as the locksmith began to drill directly into the new front door lock. The loud noise shattered the quiet morning and Garrett appeared at the door looking disheveled and confused.

“What is going on here?” he shouted while claiming that I was trespassing on private property. The police officer told him that according to public records, I was the sole owner of the entire property.

Melody came running down the stairs screaming that they had legal documents for a family trust. Barnaby opened his briefcase and handed a copy of the registered deed to the officer for verification.

“The property was acquired exclusively by Sienna and Garrett signed a waiver of rights during the closing,” Barnaby explained. Melody looked at the paper and her entire world seemed to crumble in an instant as she read the words.

“What does this mean?” she asked with a trembling voice as she looked at Garrett for answers. “It means the house isn’t yours and it never belonged to Garrett either,” Barnaby replied.

Garrett tried to blame a mistake at the bank but I stepped forward to stop his lies. “The mistake was thinking you could use my money to build a life with my sister,” I told him.

I threw the bank statements at his feet to show I knew about the money he had stolen from our joint account. “You tricked me!” Melody screamed at Garrett while she started to cry in front of the officers.

“You were the one who pressured me to get this house right away!” Garrett yelled back at her. The officers told them they had thirty minutes to pack their basic belongings and leave the premises.

Melody tried to use her pregnancy as an excuse to stay but the police stayed firm on the eviction. The next half hour was a pathetic display of them dragging trash bags and suitcases to their car.

Garrett tried to talk to me one last time to see if we could somehow fix the situation. “No, the only thing I am fixing is my house after you two made a mess of it,” I told him.

I watched them drive away with a car full of lies and bitter resentment toward each other. I walked into my house and took a deep breath of the air that finally felt clean again.

I realized that while they took my wedding plans, they could never take away my dignity or my strength.

THE END.