SISTER STOLE MY FIANCÉ 15 YEARS AGO; SHE’S NOW SHOCKED, BECAUSE I’M MARRIED TO SOMEONE BETTER, BUT THEN…

I went home with Smith, and my sister was absolutely floored by him.

Her very first loud comment was, “I thought you were going to be rich, but you’re incredibly handsome, too!”

Her flirtatious gestures were just so incredibly evident. It was aggressively right in my face, yet I didn’t take any heed of it. I was deeply secure in my long-term relationship.

Throughout the entire evening, she actively made heavy moves on him by constantly complimenting him trivially, touching his arms and thighs unnecessarily, and forcing deep conversation with him. She aggressively sat right next to him at the dinner table.

I gave her a very sharp look, and she made a cute, innocent pout and said loudly, “You get to sit with him every single day! Today, I can be his cute arm candy.”

Everyone chuckled awkwardly, and we took it as light, innocent fun.

During the dinner conversation, she got to know that Smith always goes for a long walk after his heavy dinner. As soon as he cleared up his plate after the meal, she immediately offered to give him a private tour of the dark neighborhood. Smith looked directly at me while I sat there with a completely straight face, not knowing exactly what to say.

Smith replied with a highly awkward yes, and they both went out into the dark for a long walk.

That late night, while we were quietly driving back from my parents’ place, Smith softly asked me if I actively noticed how heavily Carol was flirting with him. I laughed out loud and completely brushed it off, saying.

“She’s just a massive attention seeker.”

I deeply thought Smith wasn’t so incredibly shallow that he would actually fall for superficial, cheap beauty.

But dang, he absolutely did.

He was completely mesmerized by Carol’s aggressive charm, and he cheated on me the absolute first opportunity he got.

A few short months later, I had my massive final year exams. As usual, I heavily cut down on our casual hangouts to deeply focus on my complex studies. Eventually, I found him actively cutting down his daily communication with me.

When I directly confronted him, he smoothly said he just wanted me to heavily focus on my finals. I was far too busy to deeply suspect any foul play.

On the very last day of my massive exam, I asked him to pick me up from the college. He coldly said he was far too busy. Later that dark night, I called him to actively check up on him. He said he was safely home but was far too tired and was ready to doze off.

I went directly to his place to romantically surprise him, but his apartment was completely locked. I called him again, but he didn’t respond. I waited patiently for his call the entire next day, but he absolutely didn’t call back.

Shamelessly, I called him again and angrily asked him why he deliberately lied the last night. He smoothly said he simply forgot to mention that he had heavily crashed at his male colleague’s place.

Stupid me absolutely didn’t read this to be any massive red signal. How would I? This was the absolute first time anything like this was heavily happening to me.

This toxic behavior continued for an entire week until my lost marbles finally came back to my senses. I asked him, point-blank, directly to his face, if he wanted to completely break up with me.

He hesitated for a few agonizing seconds before softly murmuring a “Yes.” He coldly said he absolutely no longer loved me.

That was it. The absolute last conversation we ever had. I didn’t ask what, when, or how.

Heartbreak is absolutely always incredibly painful, and that too completely without any logical reason makes it even more devastating. He callously left me with a massive sense of insecurity, deep self-doubt, and many unanswered, burning questions which he didn’t answer, and neither did I actively ask.

It took many long months and many heavy bottles of single malt whiskey, but eventually, I moved completely on.

I was deeply glad that he officially broke up with me after my finals; else, I would have tragically taken one more entire year to finish up medical school.

Seven months later, I got a highly unexpected call from Carol, and she aggressively invites me for her massive engagement party. I politely congratulated her and asked about the lucky guy. She completely refused to say the name and demanded I come to the massive party and meet him in person.

I was genuinely happy for her. Yes, it deeply saddened me for a while that I was actively supposed to be married during that exact time, but I was completely single and actively nursing my brutal breakup. I desperately tried to forget my miserable, lonely life and showed up at my sister’s fancy engagement party.

As soon as I entered the massive venue, I saw the beautiful welcome board. It read: Carol and Smith.

It gave me violent shivers straight down my spine, but I heavily calmed myself down, rationally saying, “Smith is far too common a name. He might be someone completely else.”

But as I slowly went inside the packed hall, I directly ran into two of Smith’s old friends. They aggressively turned their faces to the other side when they saw me coming toward them. My heartbeat violently raced as I went near the main podium where Carol was happily supposed to be sitting with her new fiancé.

The exact moment I saw Smith proudly sitting with her, his strong arms wrapped tightly around hers, I completely froze. I absolutely didn’t know what to do. I just stood there completely paralyzed with heavy tears pooling in my eyes.

The next thing I clearly remember was my mother forcefully pulling me to a dark corner and aggressively demanding I behave myself. She coldly asked me not to create any massive scene there and to just let absolutely everyone be incredibly happy. She said absolutely no one knows about our hidden past, and she would heavily like to keep it exactly that way.

I cried out loud and angrily yelled at her.

“You knew absolutely everything, and yet you actively let this happen! Carol is an absolute witch! You all are deeply evil! You all are in this sick game together!”

By then, I saw Carol actively coming toward us with an incredibly evil, smug smile on her face. It was exactly fifteen years ago, yet I remember absolutely every single cruel word of hers so incredibly clearly. That was the absolute most humiliating moment of my entire life.

She stood right in my face and sneered.

“You actually thought you could ever have this incredibly successful man? Handsome, tall, rich. Are you so completely plain? No way. You absolutely don’t deserve him. You deserve someone incredibly plain and boring just like you. Do you see exactly how deeply beautiful we look together and how people are actively adoring us?”

She laughed cruelly.

“Oh my god, so cute couple, huh? Everyone would have laughed out loud seeing you standing beside him.”

I desperately wanted to violently slap her right across her smug face, but my mother aggressively stopped me and coldly asked me to leave immediately. She deeply thought I was there to actively stop the expensive engagement. She was angrily yelling at me in the corner.

“Why did you even come here? Don’t you have absolutely any self-respect left?” my mother hissed.

I cried, “I absolutely didn’t know that this evil witch is effing him! Had I known, I would have absolutely never shown my face here!”

Carol aggressively denied having ever invited me. She loudly lied to Mom that she absolutely didn’t invite me. Mom had previously asked her not to invite me because I would be deeply hurt, but Carol deliberately, maliciously invited me just to humiliate me in public.

I aggressively left the massive place, bawling and howling into the cold night. My brutal breakup pain completely bounced back. It would have been a massive understatement to say that it was incredibly difficult. It was the absolute most traumatic phase of my entire life. The lowest point, I would easily say.

Luckily, I proudly graduated with an incredibly good grade and got heavily recruited into a highly prestigious hospital with incredibly hectic duty hours. I barely got any free time to actively think about absolutely anything. I deliberately, fiercely kept myself busy on my off days. I completely moved on with my successful life.

Years later, I met my wonderful husband at work. He is the powerful, wealthy board member of the massive hospital chain I actively work for. We dated perfectly for four years and got happily married, and now we are the incredibly proud parents of two beautiful kids.

Fast forward to exactly one week ago, when I got a highly unexpected call from a completely unknown number.

I answered the call, and the desperate person identified herself as Carol. Even after clearly hearing her name, it took me a few confusing seconds to realize she was actually my sister. P.S. A few of my current patients’ names are also Carol.

I coldly asked her exactly why she called me. She was acting all so incredibly sweet, warmly asking about my life and all. The ruthless Carol I intimately know won’t spare a single second on me without a massive, hidden motive.

I sharply said, “Cut the absolute crap and say exactly what you want.”

She remained completely silent for a heavy moment and said.

“Actually, I desperately need your help. My husband, Smith, has gotten into massive trouble. A patient got a severe post-surgery allergy, and the hospital might completely sack him.”

I was like, “What exactly can I do about it?”

She desperately said that Smith worked at one of the specific hospital chains whose powerful board member is my husband. So, my husband could easily save him from any severe, career-ending punishment.

By then, I had completely zoned out in absolute shock. I aggressively snapped at her not to ever call me again, and that we are absolutely not going to help them in any way.

I honestly didn’t even know that Smith was actively working for the exact same hospital chain as me. He was working at a completely different, smaller location. I aggressively looked up the massive employee portal of the hospital network and easily found Smith, but his current employment status clearly showed: SUSPENDED.

I deeply wanted to gently discuss this with my husband. I didn’t want to violently dig out my painful past, so I initially let this slide.

Two days ago, my mother unexpectedly showed up right at my front door. It felt exactly like I had seen a ghost. I had aggressively cut them entirely off since Carol’s terrible engagement day. She aggressively hugged me and cried, loudly saying it was so incredibly good to see me after so many long years. But I deeply knew that her underlying, toxic motive behind all this fake sweetness was completely to save Smith’s ass.

My husband was currently home at the time. He quietly heard out my mother’s desperate plea for helping her “golden son-in-law.”

My husband calmly said, “Smith is aggressively accused of severe medical negligence, and there is an active, ongoing formal investigation against him.” He firmly said there is absolutely nothing he could legally do, and even if he technically could, he absolutely won’t do it. He absolutely doesn’t exercise his massive corporate power for illegal, personal benefit.

My mother bitterly bit her lips and aggressively left my house completely without saying another word.

Yesterday, my husband came back from work and quietly said that Smith’s formal investigation had been completely concluded. He would be immediately sacked from his lucrative job, but my husband currently holds the massive power of letting him retain his state medical license against a hefty penalty amount.

He clearly said he could quietly ask the other senior board members to go highly lenient on Smith and completely not forward his terrible case to State Healthcare for further criminal investigation.

Now, I was in a massive, delicious fix.

Should I completely forget my past humiliation and generously help Smith, or should I violently make him pay the absolute maximum price for his terrible deeds? I mean, being a highly trained doctor myself, I deeply know exactly how incredibly difficult it is to get a medical degree, and violently losing the license is the absolute worst thing that can possibly happen for a doctor.

UPDATE 1:

There was absolutely no need to post it here and actively get the opinion of you guys. What Carol and my toxic mother aggressively did after that day had made it completely, abundantly clear that they absolutely do not deserve any help. They are anything but deeply narcissistic.

Carol and Mom have been aggressively hurling toxic abuses at me on social media. I don’t use Facebook very much. This week, when I finally opened it, I found I was aggressively tagged on several vicious posts by Carol where she loudly called me a “vindictive, evil witch” for completely framing her innocent husband. She had aggressively written a massive, long post claiming that I was deeply jealous of her because Smith had dumped me and married her, and I was actively doing all this to aggressively avenge my betrayal.

My toxic mother had also eagerly jumped right on the bandwagon and loudly said that I had completely abused them and cut them off purely because I couldn’t stand Smith getting happily married to Carol.

The extended family has aggressively taken their side and loudly commented that I had completely taken my revenge far too far by violently ripping off Smith’s entire livelihood.

Even Smith has aggressively commented that I was completely delusional, and that he absolutely never loved me, and he absolutely never proposed to me. He loudly claimed he had always fiercely loved Carol. Like, what the actual f***?

I immediately untagged myself and permanently blocked them all. I aggressively told my husband absolutely not to spare Smith from any of the severe medical charges. In fact, he absolutely should be punished to the absolute maximum legal extent for each of his felonies. My husband gave me a massive, knowing smirking look and quietly said he had absolutely never seen me this incredibly angry.

So, Smith was officially, completely sacked from the hospital, and his massive case has been formally forwarded to the State Healthcare Department for complete license cancellation. So, a massive, fresh investigation would be aggressively conducted by the government body, and if he is fully found guilty of the severe charges that the hospital is actively claiming, he would completely lose his license and also absolutely go to prison.

That is like a massive, delicious cherry on the cake.

We will fully update as the chaotic situation progresses. Right now, I am completely enjoying the massive drama with a huge basket of popcorn. Yum yum.

Edit: Small clarification. Carol and my mom were absolutely not actively added to my social media account. The thing is, I have an open, public account, so absolutely anybody could easily tag me in their toxic post.

I had not blocked them earlier because fifteen years ago, I absolutely wasn’t using social media. Now, they are permanently blocked from my social media and absolutely also from my life.

UPDATE 2:

Hello! Can a person possibly stoop any lower? Now I deeply know they can.

So, Smith aggressively showed up unannounced at my busy workplace. Like I clearly said, he worked at the exact same Hospital chain as me, but a completely different location.

He aggressively posed himself as a paying patient and came directly inside my private examination chamber. He deeply knew that there was absolutely no way I would have ever met him if he had just come to see me as a visitor.

I immediately, aggressively asked him to leave.

He smoothly said he has actively paid a heavy fee to officially consult me, so as a professional doctor, I absolutely should treat him.

Fair enough. I coldly listened to his fake medical problems. Meanwhile, I swiftly, secretly switched on the voice recorder app on my smartphone hidden on my desk. I aggressively did this so that he absolutely couldn’t trap me in another massive, toxic mess, and I am incredibly glad I did.

He was aggressively faking his health condition, claiming that he has gotten the severe flu and all. I acted entirely professional and coldly gave him the standard medication as per his listed symptoms.

But he absolutely wasn’t ready to leave and unnecessarily asked incredibly stupid questions. He actively started heavily flirting with me in the office.

I sharply asked him to completely stop and leave the building.

He leaned in closely and said, “I desperately wanted to deeply apologize to you a long time ago. I absolutely didn’t intend to hurt you, but your evil sister completely trapped me and forcefully made me sleep with her! Then she aggressively blackmailed me to marry her, else she would press false molestation charges on me!”

I aggressively asked him to completely stop right there because absolutely everything he spoke was complete, absolute BS. I could have easily called Hospital Security on him right then, but I was deeply, thoroughly enjoying his massive desperation. Cold revenge is so incredibly sweet, I tell you.

I heard him entirely out with a massive, satisfied smile on my face.

He desperately went on to say, “I deeply know you still fiercely love me. That is exactly why you still fiercely hurt and actively want to take your heavy revenge. Honestly, I still deeply feel for you!

I massively regret marrying Carol. If you can completely convince your powerful husband to actively save me from prison time, I promise you I am going to completely leave Carol and absolutely be your secret lover. You don’t even need to leave your rich husband, but we can completely secretly have our own wild thing.”

That massive douchebag actually had the sheer, unadulterated audacity to deeply say this to my face.

I violently burst out in loud, hysterical laughter and immediately called Heavy Security on him and aggressively asked him to leave. He had absolutely no idea that he was being completely, perfectly recorded. The massive, crushing disappointment on his handsome face was so incredibly satisfying. He truly thought he easily convinced me.

I aggressively texted Carol and deeply wanted to send her the clear recordings of her incredibly low-life husband. I coldly texted:

“Your absolute loser husband just visited my private clinic actively posing as a patient.”

She immediately texted back:

“I completely know. He tells me absolutely everything. We also deeply know that you still fiercely love him. I can generously let you actively sleep with him for one entire night if you can completely save his medical license and spare him prison time.”

Her absolutely insane response completely blew my mind. There is absolutely no point actively talking to her any further. They are completely, toxically together in this incredibly dirty game.

I quickly told my powerful husband about this insane encounter, and he was completely, utterly aghast. He firmly said we could have easily, aggressively sued him for the illegal offering of bribes, but it would aggressively dig out my painful past again. I smoothly said let him heavily handle one massive criminal charge at a time, but I am absolutely going to heavily do my exact bit to exact my perfect revenge.

I actively added Carol, Smith, my toxic mom, and several other nosy relatives on Facebook. Carol and Smith accepted it at once. Maybe they stupidly took it to be a massively positive sign from me.

Then, I aggressively wrote a massive, incredibly long public post exactly detailing how Carol, Smith, and my toxic mom had been actively, aggressively trying to violently manipulate me to illegally help Smith completely skip prison time. I prominently attached the crystal-clear screenshot of the insane conversation with Carol.

I also perfectly turned the crystal-clear voice recordings into a highly accessible still video with Smith and Carol’s engagement picture, with the desperate, flirting voice running loudly in the background, and successfully uploaded it.

That massive public post just absolutely blew up with thousands of comments.

I immediately blocked Carol, Smith, and Mom because I deeply knew they would violently retaliate. My extended family and distant relatives aggressively expressed their absolute, profound disgust about Carol insanely offering to eagerly let Smith hook up with me just to completely get away with his severe medical negligence.

Carol and my toxic mom frantically tried to aggressively contact me, but I had completely, permanently blocked their phone calls and voicemails.

I spent the whole of yesterday and today completely, happily reading the massive comments on the viral post. People have completely gone next-level aggressively trolling Carol and Smith into oblivion. My quiet weekend absolutely couldn’t be any better!

Disclaimer: This story is based on true events, shared for the purpose of reflection and inspiration. Names, locations, and certain details have been changed to protect the privacy of those involved.