My Sister Burned My House Down Because I Refused to Fund Her $30K Wedding — But Wait Until You See What Karma Did to Her
At 28, I felt crushed by life. Three years earlier, my husband died in a car crash, and I spent sleepless nights raising my son, Leona, and caring for my ailing father. My sister, Priscilla, lived far away and barely helped. When Dad passed, he left me most of his savings—for Leona’s future. Priscilla got heirlooms and a car, and she was furious.
Months later, she got engaged to Silas and demanded $30,000 from me for her extravagant wedding. I refused. She turned relatives against me, flaunted her lavish life online, and eventually threatened me. Then, in the middle of the night, our house burned down. The fire was arson—no proof, but I knew it was her.
Homeless, Leona and I moved into a tiny apartment with Mom, Eloise. Priscilla took a massive loan using Mom’s house as collateral, defaulted, and left Eloise homeless. She had nothing, while her wedding went ahead in full luxury. Months later, Mom died of a stroke, her life and savings drained by Priscilla.
Over a year later, I found Priscilla living on the streets, penniless and alone, having gambled away everything. I gave her a chance: a one-month probationary job. Hitting rock bottom changed her. She worked steadily, helped reclaim Mom and Dad’s house, and eventually signed it over to us.
Two years later, Priscilla was married, responsible, and a mother. She and Leona laughed together, and I realized that maybe people can change — and that standing firm, protecting those you love, is worth it.
