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

This wasn’t going to be a fight; this was the last chapter of Jenna’s role in our story.

I drove around the block for a little while, stopping to get the girls some pizza for dinner. And then I walked back in like nothing happened.

“Hey, honey! I’m home.”

Jenna rushed up, smiling, kissing me like nothing was wrong. She smelled like coconut and lies.

That night, after the girls had gone to bed, I ran a hand down my face and sighed.

“Jenna… maybe you were right, babe.”

“About what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“About the girls. Maybe… maybe I can’t do this. Maybe I should give them up. Maybe we should find a family who will take care of them. They need a mother… not us… we’re substitutes, nothing more.”