I SET UP HIDDEN CAMERAS IN MY MOM’S HOUSE AFTER THINGS BEGAN TO DISAPPEAR I did everything I could for my sister. I bent over backward to help her, to make her happy, but nothing ever seemed good enough. She was always dissatisfied and always wanted more. Then, one day, I started noticing things disappearing — jewelry, keepsakes, and a few family treasures. They were just gone. I couldn’t shake the feeling it had to be my “golden sister,” the one who always got away with everything. She was Mom’s favorite, the one who could do no wrong. When I confronted her, she brushed me off like it was nothing, saying it was “just some stuff for work.” I wanted to believe her, but something felt off — so off that I couldn’t let it go. Of course, Mom didn’t believe me. She defended her, like always, acting like I was the bad guy for even questioning her. I felt crazy, like maybe I was overthinking it. But I knew. Deep down, I knew something wasn’t right. So, I decided to take matters into my own hands. I set up hidden cameras in Mom’s house. I told myself it was just to be sure, just to settle my nagging suspicion. Then, all I could do was wait. A few days later, I finally opened the first video. My heart was racing as I pressed play, and oh my God. I couldn’t believe who I saw there.👇Continues in the first comment

Taking care of Mom was hard enough without the tension with my sister. Accusations flew when precious things started disappearing. I thought I knew who was to blame, but the truth shattered my world.

Betrayal came from where I least expected, leaving me questioning everything—and everyone—I trusted.
I was scrubbing the kitchen counter after another exhausting day at work, the faint smell of bleach lingering in the air.

The more time I spent cleaning my mother’s house, the angrier I became with my younger sister, Jane. It felt like she’d completely forgotten this was her mother too.

This wasn’t unusual for Jane. In school, she was reckless—running away, taking money from Mom’s wallet, skipping classes. Yet, no matter what, she was always forgiven.

I had asked Jane to help, but she always brushed me off. “I’m busy with work,” she’d say.
But I knew she’d been unemployed for months. I had a job, a husband, and a son who needed me too.
“Violet!” Mom called from her room. Her voice sounded sharp, almost panicked. “Violet, come here!”

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“I’m coming, Mom!” I called back, wiping my hands on a dish towel. I walked into her bedroom and saw her standing by her dresser. She was holding her jewelry box.

“My gold earrings are gone,” she said, her voice trembling.

“Are you sure you didn’t put them somewhere else?” I asked, stepping closer.