I Became Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died — My Fiancée Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said

I stood there, holding my breath, the weight of her words sinking in. I didn’t want her to know I was there. I just needed to hear more.

Then I heard Jenna again — her tone changing.

“They’re finally gone,” she said. “Karen, I swear I’m losing my mind. I have to play perfect mom all day. And it’s exhausting.”

She laughed softly.

“He’s still dragging his feet on the wedding. I know it’s because of the girls. But once he adopts them, they’re legally his problem, not mine. That’s why I need them gone.”

I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myself.

“The house? The insurance money? It should be for us! I just need James to wake up and smell the coffee… and put my name on the deed. And after that, I don’t really care what happens to those girls. I’ll make their lives miserable until he gives in.”

My breath caught in my throat.

“I’m not raising someone else’s leftovers,” she said.

I backed out through the front door and sat in my car, shaking.

This wasn’t a mistake. Jenna had been planning this.

That night, after the girls went to bed, I said:

“Jenna… maybe you were right.”

Her eyes lit up.

“Maybe I should give them up.”