Camille dragged me to the office of Eloise Taylor, a divorce lawyer she had found on social media. The woman was kind and patient. She listened carefully to everything I said and promised to handle it all.

But a few days later, when she called me back to discuss the progress of the case, I realized the nightmare was far from over.

During the asset investigation, Carl had submitted all the documents: the company, the house, the savings, everything.

But nothing was in his name anymore.

And nothing was in mine either.

Everything had been transferred to his brother over a year earlier. The company, the house, even the car.

The lawyer told me I had nothing left.

I couldn't believe it.

The company belonged to my family. How could I suddenly have no rights to anything? How was Carl's brother now the owner of everything, including my house and even my car?

She showed me all the paperwork.

I had signed everything myself.

My signature was everywhere.

We tried to find an explanation, but there was no proof the signatures were forged. I had no way to fight it in court because legally there was nothing left for me to claim.

All I could do was sign the divorce papers.

Carl had deceived me for more than a year, stealing from me without me realizing it.

Now I had nothing.

Nothing except the clothes tossed carelessly into those boxes.

And Karen, apparently not satisfied with taking everything else, had also taken some of my jewelry, even the pieces our father had given me.

"You need to react. You need to get out of this bed," Camille said.

"What's the point? React how? I have nothing. I don't even have a bed," I replied while lying on the inflatable mattress on her bedroom floor.

"Then we'll buy you a bed. After that, you can decide what to do. There's a room in the back that we use as storage. We can clean it up and fix it for you so you won't have to stay in here with me."

My aunt's house was old.

I had wanted to buy her a new house once the company finally started making money, but she never wanted to move. At most, she allowed me to renovate the place.

"Do you want to go to Lush tonight? We're having happy hour, and I can make you free drinks," Camille insisted, trying to cheer me up.

She worked as a bartender at a nightclub and had never wanted a traditional job.

But I didn't even have the energy to get out of bed.

I promised I would go another day.

I couldn't stop thinking about Karen.

My sister had always been ambitious, and I didn't believe for a second that there was some great love story between her and Carl.

The moment she saw we were finally making money, she decided to steal my life.

I knew she would spend every cent he had.

She hated working, but she loved money.

Karen was incredibly beautiful. She knew how to be charming and seductive, but she was fake, and I had never imagined she would do something like this to me.

But apparently, she still wasn't satisfied.

She sent a wedding invitation to my aunt's house and even invited me.

Along with it came a letter saying that, as her sister, I should want to see her happy.

I tore the invitation into a thousand pieces.

And in a moment of rage, I showed up at my mother-in-law's house on Sunday during the family lunch, knowing the two of them would be there.

"Did you really send me a wedding invitation?" I asked the moment Karen stood up after seeing me walk through the door.

"You're my sister, my only family. I wanted you at my wedding," she said in that same fake sweet voice.

Around us, my mother-in-law and brothers-in-law acted completely normal, as if swapping sisters was the most natural thing in the world. As if just a few weeks earlier, I hadn't been sitting at that same table.

"You're disgusting! I hope the worst happens to you and all of you! A bunch of shameless thieves!"

"Isabelle, I will not tolerate you speaking like that in my house," my mother-in-law snapped. "And especially not to Karen. She's pregnant and can't go through stress. Leave. You need to move on with your life already. You held Carl back long enough."

"How can you support this? Last week I was sitting here!" I shouted in disbelief. "Your son stole my company and my house!"

"My son didn't steal anything, so watch your mouth when you talk about him. He rebuilt that bankrupt company by working day and night. Honestly, he has more right to it than you do, since all you ever did was complain. Isabelle, you couldn't even give him a child or be a complete woman," she said, nearly spitting the words in my face.

Carl stood there silently, protectively resting a hand over Karen's stomach, which wasn't even showing yet.

I had worked day and night to rebuild that company too, but apparently he had told his mother a very different story.

"You transferred the company and the house into your brother's name…"

"You should've read what you were signing, Isabelle. I told you I had a solution for our problems. I didn't know you were stupid enough to sign papers without reading them," he interrupted coldly.

I always read every document that landed on my desk. I would never have agreed to transfer anything to his brother.

I had loved that man.

But at that moment, I realized maybe I had never truly known Carl at all.

He stood there pretending to be innocent, pretending to be the victim, shielding Karen from me. Completely different from the man at the restaurant who had humiliated me in front of everyone.

"You're all going to pay for this. One day, I'll take back everything that belongs to me."

The family I once believed had welcomed me was nothing more than a pack of thieves.

I had to leave before they called the police.

I wandered the streets for hours without direction, unable to believe what my life had become.