When Davina promised her sister Clara $10,000 for her wedding, she never expected betrayal to cancel the big day.
But when Clara demands the money anyway, despite her role in the wedding debacle, it’s time for Davina to set her straight.
A lesson in loyalty, consequences, and unexpected twists you don’t see coming…
Being the older sister comes with its fair share of responsibilities, and apparently, some unexpected chaos.
I’ve always been the calm one in the family, the fixer.
But when my younger sister Clara pulled her latest stunt, I knew I couldn’t just sweep up the mess for her this time.
Clara was supposed to get married last fall to her fiancé, Jack. They’d been together for five years, and he was the kind of guy you hope your sister ends up with: funny, dependable, and endlessly patient.
“I’ve always thought that you and Jack could make a good couple,” I confessed to Clara when we were getting our nails done.
It was the morning after their first date, and I wanted to know everything, even if I was a tiny bit jealous. But still, I hoped that Jack would ground Clara and her antics.
“Really?” she asked, raising her eyebrow.
“Usually, you don’t like me anywhere near your friends.”
“Yes,” I agreed. “But Jack is different. He’ll be good for you.”
Five years later, our friendship had taken a turn, and I’d grown to love Jack like he was family.
Knowing that they were saving for a house, I’d planned to give them $10,000 as a wedding gift.
It was a big gesture, but I wanted to help them build their future together.
“That’s a lot of money,” my friend Camille said one evening when we were having a girls’ dinner at my apartment. “Are you sure that’s the best idea?”
“I do,” I replied, shredding chicken to add to our noodles. “Jack is insanely talented, but he’s had really bad luck on the work front lately.
And anyway, you know Clara. She’s spoiled. Super spoiled.
At least this way, maybe their house will be taken care of.”
“Clara is lucky that she’s got you for a sister. What is your fancy job and editorial role at the magazine.”
I laughed.
“I’ve been trying to teach her how to grow up, but you know my sister.”
So, I told Clara and Jack about the money ahead of time, figuring it would relieve some financial stress. Clara, of course, had no problem letting the news slip to a few friends, she loved to brag.
“I’m going to be $10,000 richer!” she said in a video that she posted on her socials.
“Life keeps getting better!”
But just two weeks before the wedding, everything imploded.
Jack discovered Clara had been cheating on him with his friend Liam, a guy that Jack had known since middle school. It wasn’t just betrayal. It was nuclear.
Jack called off the wedding, and though I felt awful for him, I couldn’t blame him for walking away.
Clara, though?
She acted like she was the wronged party, complaining nonstop about the “embarrassment” of a canceled wedding.
“Do you know how stupid I look, Davina?” she sighed dramatically, draping herself over my couch.
“But really, sis.
What did you expect? How long were things going on for between you and Liam?”
“That doesn’t matter!” she said, reaching out for her glass of wine on the coffee table.
“It does matter, Clara,” I said. “Were you really going into a new marriage while taking your lover along?”
“Don’t say ‘lover,’” she glared.
“Don’t make it cheap.”
“You ruined your relationship,” I said. “Don’t make me the bad person for telling you that you made the biggest mistake.”
Any guilt that my sister might’ve felt was buried under layers of self-pity.
A few days after our argument, my sister showed up at my apartment again. This time she was puffy-eyed but determined.
She was a woman on a mission.
She sank onto my couch without asking, setting a latte on the table between us.
“Davina,” she began, her voice a mix of desperation and entitlement. “So, the wedding didn’t happen. Isn’t going to happen… but I still want my gift.
Okay?”
I blinked, certain I hadn’t heard her correctly.
“What?”
“The $10,000,” she said, crossing her legs and folding her hands neatly in her lap, like we were discussing the weather. “You already promised it, and honestly, I need it more now than ever. Jack’s kicking me out of the apartment.
I have two more days until I need to be out. I need the money for a new place, Davina.”
I was silent. I couldn’t believe the audacity.
“Plus…” she sighed dramatically.
“I could use a major shopping spree to cheer myself up.”
Again, it wasn’t just the words, it was the audacity. I stared at her, waiting for some sign of remorse or self-awareness, but she just looked back expectantly, like I was a vending machine about to spit out cash.
“Clara,” I said carefully. “You can’t be serious.
You’re asking for the gift after you cheated on Jack and ruined the wedding?”
Her face twisted in frustration.
“That’s irrelevant! You promised the money, Davina! It’s not fair for you to take it back just because the wedding didn’t happen.”
Something inside me snapped.
“Actually,” I said, sitting up straighter.
“I don’t have the money anymore. I’ve given the money to Jack.”
Her jaw dropped, and she almost fell off the couch.
“What?! Davina!”
“Yeah,” I lied smoothly.
“Dear sister. Jack’s been a close friend of mine since college. He’s starting a business, and I wanted to support him.
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