
Kenya, July 24 -- I trusted my sister more than anyone else. She took care of me after our parents died. She even stopped her own education so I could go to college. When my fiancee proposed and we started planning our wedding, she was the first person I told. I asked her to be my matron of honour because, to me, she was more than just a sister; she was like a second mother. At first, everything seemed fine.
She helped me choose my wedding dress, organised the cake tasting, and went with me to the church to talk to the priest. But then, I started to notice something unusual. Whenever I talked about my fiancee, she would smile, but her smile didn't look real. When he came to visit, she would leave the house without telling anyone. One day, I heard her on the phone saying, "I cannot let her have what I lost." I thought she was talking about a friend, so I tried not to worry too much. To read more click here.
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