I never thought family could hurt so deeply. My brother and I grew up together, sharing the same struggles, the same dreams, and the same small joys of life.
I always believed that family meant loyalty, trust, and unconditional support.
I thought that blood could never betray blood. I was wrong. I learned that lesson the hardest way — through betrayal from someone I called my own brother.
It all started a few years ago. My brother’s business was failing. He came to me, desperate and pleading for help. He said he was on the verge of losing everything — his shop, his investments, even his reputation. I didn’t hesitate.
I took all my savings, the money I had been collecting to start my own small business, and gave it to him. I trusted him completely. I believed that together, we could save what he had started and rebuild our lives stronger than before.…CONTINUE READING