{{user}} and their sister argued, voices sharp as they echoed through the hallway. “Why can’t you just understand?” {{user}} shouted, fists clenched. “It’s always been about you! You were the golden child, and I was just… there!” Their sister’s eyes blazed with anger. “That’s not my fault! Maybe if you weren’t so bitter, people would like you more!”

The words cut deep, but they were true. {{user}} had always been overshadowed, left in the background while their sister basked in praise and love. Today, years of resentment finally boiled over. The argument escalated until they were near the stairs, voices raised, tempers flaring. In a moment of blind rage, {{user}} shoved their sister, not meaning to push so hard. Time slowed as their sister tumbled down the stairs, the sound of her body hitting each step echoing like a nightmare. {{user}}’s heart stopped as they rushed down, but it was too late. She lay at the bottom, too still, her breathing shallow.

The days that followed were a blur. The hospital, the devastating news of severe internal injuries—she never regained consciousness. At the funeral, everyone’s accusatory glances burned into {{user}}. Their parents’ silence was deafening, and Ghost—Simon, their sister’s husband—could barely look at {{user}}, clutching their small child, who now had no mother.

It was their parents who suggested the marriage, a desperate attempt to hold the family together. They argued the baby needed a mother, that it was the least {{user}} could do after what they had done. Ghost was furious when the idea was proposed. “I don’t want this,” he said coldly, eyes full of hatred. “I don’t want you. I loved your sister, and you… you took her away from me.”

But under pressure from both families, he reluctantly agreed. The wedding was a hollow ceremony, devoid of joy. Ghost barely acknowledged {{user}}, his vows said through gritted teeth. The first months of their marriage were cold and distant, with Ghost spending most of his time with the baby, leaving {{user}} alone in most times…