My mother stole my rich fiancé. 10 years later, at our grandmother's funeral, we reunited.....

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My mother stole my rich fiancé. 10 years later, at our grandmother's funeral, we reunited, and my mother said, "Poor you, still single at 32, look at my husband. Handsome, rich, and happy." I replied, "Meet my husband too." When I called my husband, my mother turned pale, because he was.
I never imagined that a phone call could turn my life upside down, but that's exactly what happened. It was a crisp autumn afternoon in Chicago when I saw my phone light up with an unfamiliar number. I almost ignored it, but something told me I should answer. When I did, the voice on the other end was unmistakable, even though years had passed. "Samantha, it's Veronica," she said, her tone dripping with an odd mix of formality and something I couldn't quite place.
"Veronica," I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. "What's going on, Veronica?" My estranged mother had called to deliver the news that our grandmother had passed away. The news itself was shocking, but the way she spoke made it clear she had a hidden agenda. "I just wanted to let you know," she said, her voice tinged with a hint of mockery.
"I'm sure you're busy with your modest life." I could almost hear her smirking through the phone. Her words stung, but I tried not to let it show. "Thank you for letting me know. I'll make arrangements to come."
It wasn't just her words that hurt; it was the memories they dredged up. Growing up, Veronica was always the gold digger. She had my father's favor and a certain charm that seemed to make everything fall into place for her. As for me, I was often left in the shadows. Even though I tried my best to excel, my efforts seemed to be overlooked
Veronica and I hadn't spoken much in years. After she had stolen David from me, I cut ties with her, and by extension, with the rest of my family. It wasn't just about the betrayal; it was about how it highlighted the unequal treatment I had always felt. David had been my fiancé, the love of my life, and we had a future planned together. That was, until Veronica, with her manipulative charm, came into the picture. David left me for her, and I was devastated.
It wasn't just a broken relationship; it was a betrayal that left scars. Our family had always been fractured. After my father learned that my mother stole my fiancé he also left us, and that was the last day we hard from him.
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You need to do some proof reading to your AI slop. It doesnt even match the thumbnail if she is already divorced from David.

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So is Veronica her stepmother or her sister?

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So man narrative errors, the story does not match the thumbnail and the stupid minecraft in the background is sometimes so loud that it is hard to follow the story.

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Narrative chaos.

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