I’m Glad My Sister Stole My Boyfriend. He Gave Her An STD. I Found…

No one knew my sister better. I knew how she felt when she didn’t get her way.

But Olivia not getting something she never knew existed—that was one thing. Olivia finding out she had it and gave it away—that was going to be nuclear.

The Secret Revealed

The only question was how long until she found out. Really, it wasn’t long.

Will called his mom a week later to tell her the mortgage was paid. When he called, I was sitting next to him on his couch and saw his face light up as she shed happy tears.

It was one of the most honest moments I’d seen. We didn’t understand Olivia had returned unexpectedly with the key she refused to give back.

In the hallway, she heard him exclaim, “Finished, Mom! Everything. You and Dad never have to worry about the house again!”

We heard a banshee-like wail. It was Olivia.

“How?” Olivia shouted, bursting into the living room in fancy heels like a tornado.

“Will, you paid off a mortgage for hundreds of thousands? How? Where did you get that much?” She shouted.

Will grew pallid after the call with his mom. He stood slowly.

“Olivia, you need to leave,” He said.

“I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on!” She said.

Her frenzied eyes darted between me and Will like she was solving a life-ending problem. “You drive a ten-year-old automobile and work normally. You said you couldn’t afford Cabo for my birthday, but now you’re paying off mortgages?” She asked.

“It’s none of your business,” Will said.

Although his voice was steady, his hands shook slightly. “We’re not together anymore, remember? You made sure of that.”

Olivia snapped at me. “You! You knew! You knew this whole time, didn’t you?”

“That’s why you agreed to sign that contract so easily. You knew he had money and you played me!” She shouted.

I scoffed. “Are you hearing yourself right now? You proposed the swap. You wrote the contract. You forced everyone to sign.”

“I didn’t even want to be part of this ridiculous situation, but you and Luke made that choice for me,” I added.

“No way this is a coincidence!” Olivia insisted.

Her voice rose and became more erratic with each word. “You must have found out somehow. Maybe you went through his stuff, maybe you hacked his bank account. I don’t know how, but you knew and you stole him from me!”

“I didn’t steal anyone; you discarded him, Olivia,” I said.

“You presented him to me on a silver platter because you wanted my inattentive, checked-out lover instead. No one compelled you to do it,” I added.

“I didn’t have all the information!” She shouted.

“If I had known…” She began.

“If you had known he was rich, you would have pretended to love him,” I completed her sentence.

“He knew you’d only desire him for his money, so he didn’t tell you,” I added.

“See you now proving him right,” I said.

Olivia’s face looked red for the first time. She looked like she was about to explode.

“It’s unfair!” She cried.

“I deserve to know these things! We were together for a year; you should have told me!” She shouted.

“Why?” Will whispered.

“So you may suddenly find me interesting? To pretend staying home, cooking, and living comfortably wasn’t boring anymore?” He asked.

“Olivia, I know how that conversation would have gone. You would have liked everything about me the second you found out there was money connected. That’s why I never told you,” He added.

Olivia opened her mouth to reply but said nothing. One time she had nothing to say.

The door slammed as she grabbed her bag and left, knocking a picture frame from the wall. That seemed like the end.

I was wrong. My mother’s calls flooded my phone the next morning.

She said Olivia had called an emergency family meeting and I needed to come home straight away. When I replied simply, “no excuses,” Olivia was ready when I entered my parents’ living room an hour later.

The Family Intervention

I saw her cuddled up on the couch with a blanket around her shoulders, tissues around her, and red, puffy eyes from skillfully timed tears. My mom rubbed her back while sitting next to her.

My dad looked uncomfortable near the fireplace. My mom murmured in that gentle, sad voice she kept for when she believed I’d done something wrong, “Ella, we need to talk to Will.”

“Let me guess,” I responded.

“Olivia told you her version and now I’m the bad guy?” I asked.

“No one said that,” My mom answered.

“Your sister hurts,” She added.

Olivia wailed. “I just want things to go back to normal! Yes, I admit I should not have proposed swapping. Ella is sticking it in my face and won’t switch back, which is unfair!”

“A mistake? You planned this for weeks,” I repeated.

“Olivia, you brought a pen to dinner!” I said.

“I didn’t know what I was giving up!” Olivia said.

“He hid stuff! He concealed his identity! How could I decide fairly without all the facts?” She asked.

“So now it’s his fault you treated him like garbage?” I asked.

“His bank statements were free; you should have loved him, not used him,” I added.

Dad swallowed. “Ella, your sister may be right. Everything has gotten out of hand. Why not finish early and let everyone move on? She hasn’t stopped crying.”

“She’s crying because she missed millions,” I remarked.

“Not because she lost a great love. If Will were broke, she’d be taking pictures with Luke at brunch,” I added.

“That’s unfair!” Olivia said.

“You don’t know my heart,” She added.

Without realizing it, I had something with Will. “Do you want me to say that? Fine. I was blind; now I realize I took him for granted,” She said.

“See his wallet,” I said.

“That’s different,” She replied.

Sighing, my mom said, “Ella, consider finishing this early for the family’s sake.”

I looked at my parents, my sister, and the flawlessly staged intervention to shame me into giving Olivia what she wanted. I felt something cold and definite settle in my chest.

“No,” I answered.

“The contract requires one month; no early withdrawal, no running to parents,” I said.

I faced Olivia. “You wrote those restrictions so I couldn’t flee when things were tough. Now you can’t escape either. You want Luke so badly? Go be with him. Leave me and Will alone.”

Desperation and Connection

Two days later, Will arrived at my place fatigued and sank onto my couch. He pulled out his phone without saying a word and handed it to me.

“You need to see this,” He murmured, scrolling through Olivia’s dozens or hundreds of texts.

“I made my worst error; give me another opportunity. Miss you so much. Miss your cooking. Miss your embraces. I miss everything about you,” Read the texts.

“I’ll alter, I swear. Every night I’ll stay home. I’ll watch whatever you want. Never complain again. Will, I adore you; I always adored you. I was too stupid to notice,” The messages continued.

“I’ll feed you. I’ll learn your favorite dishes. I’ll be your dream girlfriend. I beseech you. I’ll do anything. Anything,” The texts finished.

“She’s offering to cook,” I told Will.

“That shows her desperation,” I added.

“She offered to make me breakfast, lunch, and dinner after telling me she’d rather die than learn how to use a stove,” He replied plainly.

“She’s offered to delete Instagram, quit attending to clubs, and say, ‘Be happy with a boring life as long as it’s with you,'” He added.