When my mother passed from cancer, my world fell apart. She was my hero—my single-parent rock. At 14, I had no one but Aunt Cheryl, who “graciously” took me in. I thought I’d found stability, but I was wrong.
Cheryl lived in luxury with her kids while I was crammed into a dusty attic. My meals were leftovers, my clothes hand-me-downs, and my birthday ignored. One day, I overheard her say, “The money’s helping us all out.” Confused, I didn’t understand—until my sixteenth birthday, when Olivia, a stranger, arrived with life-changing news.
Olivia revealed my mother had left me a trust fund, meant for my future, but Cheryl had been draining it for her lavish lifestyle. I confronted her, and her lies unraveled. With Olivia’s help, Cheryl was exposed for fraud, her wealth seized, and her world shattered.
Meanwhile, I moved to a foster home where I felt safe and loved. On my 18th birthday, I finally gained control of my trust. My mom’s love gave me hope and a fresh start. Cheryl’s greed took everything from her, but I gained my future.
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