Colin and I were getting married soon, and his sister Meredith was supposed to fly in for the event. We had never met before since she lived across the country, but Colin always spoke about her like she was the most important person in his world.
He described her as fun, strong-willed, and someone he shared a deep, unbreakable connection with.
I felt like I knew her already.
And I wanted her to like me.
Because Colin wasn’t just marrying me—he was bringing me into his family. And Meredith, from everything he’d said, was the center of it.
As I walked home from work that evening, I knew Colin had already picked her up from the airport. I imagined the moment I’d step through the door—the smiles, the introductions, the beginning of what I hoped would be a lifelong bond.
But the moment I stepped inside, something didn’t feel right.
Laughter echoed through the house.
Not just laughter. Intimate laughter.
The kind that made you feel like you were intruding.
I followed the sound into the living room.
And froze.
Colin was on the couch, leaning over Meredith, tickling her as she squirmed beneath him, laughing breathlessly. Her hand was on his shoulder, gripping him—not like someone trying to push him away, but like she wanted him closer.
For a moment, I just stood there.
Watching.
Waiting for one of them to notice me.
Neither did.
“Hey,” I said.
Nothing.
I stepped closer. “Hey.”
Still nothing.
A strange chill crept over my skin.
“Colin!” I shouted.
Meredith’s head snapped toward me first.
“Jeez,” she said flatly. “No need to shout. We’re not deaf.”
Colin turned, startled. “Alexis! Honey, I didn’t hear you come in.”
He stood and hugged me, but his arms lingered loosely, like his attention was still behind him.
With her.
“You two seemed… busy,” I said carefully.
Colin laughed. “It’s just a game we’ve played since we were kids.”
Meredith smiled, but there was something cold behind it. “He’s always tickled me.”
I forced a polite smile and stepped forward to hug her.
“I’m really happy to finally meet you,” I said warmly. “Colin’s told me so much about you.”
She hugged me back, but her body remained stiff.
“Well,” she said coolly, “he hasn’t told me much about you.”
Colin frowned. “That’s not true.”
Meredith shrugged. “Maybe you weren’t that memorable.”
The words stung more than I expected.
And the way she said them—like she already owned him—made my stomach twist.
That night at dinner, I barely existed.
They talked about their childhood endlessly—inside jokes, shared memories, stories that excluded me completely. Meredith touched him constantly. His arm. His shoulder. His knee.
Every touch lingered.
Every glance between them felt loaded with something I couldn’t name.
Or maybe didn’t want to.
When Colin stood to help me clear the dishes, Meredith laughed softly.
“Wow,” she said. “Your future wife can’t even clean up after herself.”
Colin chuckled awkwardly. “I don’t mind helping.”
She tilted her head, watching him like he was hers.
“Well,” she said lightly, “I’d never make my fiancé do women’s work.”
Then she smiled sweetly at him.
“I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom. We’re having a movie marathon. Just like the old days.”
My stomach dropped.
After she left, I turned to Colin.
“What was that?”
He sighed, like I was the difficult one.
“I forgot to tell you,” he said casually. “I’m sleeping with Meredith tonight. We always do when she visits. It’s tradition.”
I blinked.
“You’re what?”
“You can sleep in the guest room,” he added.
Like it was nothing.
Like I was nothing.
That night, I lay awake in the guest room, staring at the ceiling.
Through the thin wall, I could hear them laughing.
Whispering.
Talking late into the night.
And for the first time since Colin proposed, I felt like an outsider in my own relationship.
The next morning, I woke exhausted and hollow.
I went into the kitchen and made chocolate chip pancakes—Colin’s favorite.
Or at least, I thought they were.
Meredith walked in and watched me silently.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Making Colin’s favorite pancakes.”
Her lips curved slowly.
“Colin likes bacon pancakes.”
I frowned. “No. He likes chocolate chip.”
She didn’t break eye contact.
“Colin,” she called.
He appeared instantly.
She smiled at him.
“What kind do you like better?”
He hesitated.
Then said quietly,aFWD, “Bacon.”
My chest tightened.
“But you always ask for chocolate chip,” I whispered.
“They’re not the same,” he said.
Not the same as hers.
That was the moment I understood.
This wasn’t nostalgia.
This was loyalty.
And I was losing.
Later, Colin came to me with another demand.
“Meredith wants to be your maid of honor.”
“No.”
He frowned. “She’s my sister.”
“I already have one.”
He stared at me.
Then said something that made my blood run cold.
“She’s moving in with us after the wedding.”
“What?”
“She needs me.”
I stared at him.
“And what about me?”
He didn’t answer.
That silence told me everything.
But it wasn’t until later that I heard the truth.
I was halfway down the stairs when I heard Meredith’s voice.
“I knew she wasn’t right for you.”
Colin sounded weak.
“I don’t know what to do.”
“Give her an ultimatum,” Meredith said calmly. “Me or her.”
My heart stopped.
Then Colin said the words that shattered everything.
“You’re right.”
I walked into the room slowly.
My hands were shaking.
My heart breaking.
I pulled off my engagement ring.
“The wedding is off.”
Meredith smirked.
“I told you she was crazy.”
I looked at her, my voice steady now.
“At least I’m not the one sharing a bed and showering with my brother.”
She didn’t flinch.
“What’s wrong with that?” she said coolly. “We always have.”
I saw Colin’s face.
He wasn’t embarrassed.
He wasn’t ashamed.
He just looked… conflicted.
And that was worse.
Because it meant he didn’t see anything wrong.
I walked out of that house with tears in my eyes—but clarity in my heart.
For weeks, I’d thought Meredith was the problem.
But she wasn’t.
She was just the truth.
The truth Colin had been hiding behind smiles and promises.
If she hadn’t come, I would’ve married him.
I would’ve spent my life fighting for a place in his heart that was already taken.
But Meredith didn’t ruin my wedding.
She saved me from it.
And sometimes, the worst people in your life are the ones who show you exactly when it’s time to walk away.
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