The following week, I buried myself in wedding preparations without looking back.
Not a single call came from Leo, but Ella flooded my w******p with venomous messages instead.
Ella: Serves you right. Cold shouldered by him now, aren't you?
Ella: Let's be clear. You will never measure up to me. Right now, he is brewing me my coffee.
Ella: As long as I am around, you will always be second best.
I had heard that same old tune before, because I had shown these messages to Leo in the past, but he had just waved them off every time.
"She is just being a brat," he would say with a shrug. "It's only natural now that she feels replaced that her brother has a girlfriend."
Normal, I thought. A decade‑long tantrum was not normal at all.
Every time I crossed Ella, Leo would ice me out and leave
