My father banned me from my own mother’s birthday dinner—until my sister’s boyfriend stood up and revealed I was his boss, and everything fell apart

was divided equally.”

Jake looked at Melissa with growing disgust.

“Have you been creating a fictional version of your sister throughout our entire relationship?”

Melissa began crying.

“You don’t understand. She was always the perfect one.”

“I was never perfect,” I said. “I was simply living my life while you turned me into the villain of a story I didn’t continue reading …