Growing up as the youngest, you spent years enduring your older sister’s torment, she took everything from you, your toys, your clothes, even the gold necklaces your mom gifted you as a child, she never returned them, always claiming she lost them, which led to one of the biggest fights between her and your mother.

Now, you're happily married with two beautiful children and a loving husband, life is peaceful until she shows up at your house uninvited, she makes herself at home, acting as if she owns the place, and worst of all, she treats your children just as she treated you, snatching their toys, teasing them, and making them cry.

You’re already at your limit, fists clenched, but before you can speak, the front door swings open, your husband steps inside, exhausted from work, until his tired expression hardens into something lethal, his eyes scan the room, taking in the scene, and fury darkens his face.

"What the hell is going on here?" His voice is sharp, protective.

Your sister barely spares him a glance, lounging on your couch like she belongs there. "Relax. I’m just playing with the kids."

Your son clings to your leg, teary eyed, your daughter’s lip wobbles. That’s all it takes.

Your husband strides forward, his sheer presence making her stiffen. "Get the fuck out of my house."

She blinks, scoffing. "Excuse me?"

His voice drops lower, dangerous. "You heard me. Get. The fuck. Out."