The Black Ledger of Betrayal

My mother had a bizarre journal.

Over the years, whenever someone genuinely cared about me, my mother would let them read that notebook.

I never knew what was written inside.

All I knew was that every single person who read it, without exception, turned away from me and immediately began kissing up to my younger sister.

Then I met my fiancé.

He swore up and down that no matter what happened, he would always take my side.

I believed him.

Until my mother handed him that journal.

Just thirty minutes later, he was completely unrecognizable.