My sister backstabbed our family over a £400k inheritance. But karma hit her harder than she ever expected. My sister Ivy always had a talent for slipping into the centre of everything—conversations, photographs, family legacies. If you blinked, she’d rearrange the narrative so she was the shining protagonist, while I—quiet, practical, and completely self-reliant—was treated like background noise. When our grandfather finally passed his legacy down, nobody expected the number attached to it: £400k in total, meant to be split equally as £200k for Ivy and £200k for me. Except Ivy got to it first. She called me shortly after, with no tears in her voice, only cold calculation. *""Grandfather revised his final wishes last month,""* she said smoothly. *""Left everything to me. He said you weren't around enough.""* I stared at the phone in total disbelief. I had spent every weekend helping him, managing his daily routines, stocking his kitchen, and making sure he was comfortably cared for. Ivy, meanwhile, had brought in a shady solicitor and had her paralegal boyfriend slide fraudulent paperwork through unnoticed. It was slick, fast, and seemingly unchallengeable. My parents were heartbroken. Grandfather had promised to help mum and dad retire comfortably. Instead, Ivy bought a luxury car,
