I Became Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died — My Fiancée Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said

Three nights later, she showed up outside the house. She was barefoot, mascara streaked, and screamed my name like it still held meaning. I stood inside the front hallway, arms crossed, watching through the peephole until the police arrived.

The next morning, I filed the restraining order. I had to keep my sisters safe.

A week later, the girls’ adoption was finalized.

Maya cried quietly in the judge’s office. It wasn’t loud or messy — just soft tears that slipped down her cheeks as she signed her name on the paperwork. Lily leaned over and handed her a tissue.

“We won’t be separated now,” Lily said.

My heart broke. I hadn’t realized their fears until that moment.

That night, we made spaghetti for dinner. Lily stirred the sauce. Maya danced around the kitchen holding the parmesan like it was a microphone. I let them play their music loudly.

When we finally sat down, Maya tapped my wrist.