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I Ruined My Sister’s Baby Shower On Purpose

Years of sabotage led to one moment of revenge. But what started as payback turned into something far darker than I ever imagined.

Chapter 1: A Lifetime of Stolen Moments

I was walking across the stage at Buffalo University, cap and gown flowing, ready to collect my degree after four years of hard work. My parents were in the audience, my friends were cheering, and for once—just once—this moment was mine.

Then I heard my sister scream at the top of her lungs.

Melissa had collapsed to the floor, hyperventilating. The entire ceremony shut down. Paramedics rushed in. My graduation became about saving my sister from whatever mysterious ailment had suddenly struck her down at the exact moment I was about to receive my diploma.

She’d done this my entire life.

My first piano recital when I was twelve? She fainted in the front row. Prom night when I was crowned queen? Fake heart attack scare. My twenty-first birthday party? Sudden allergic reaction to nothing. Every single monumental event in my life, Melissa found a way to make it about her.

That graduation was three years ago. I’d moved on, built my life, married Daniel, and tried to forget about my attention-seeking sister. But then the baby shower invitation arrived, and something inside me snapped.

Chapter 2: The Plan Takes Shape

My husband Daniel was beside me when I opened the invitation. Pink and white, covered in glitter, announcing Melissa’s baby shower in three months. My parents had already texted me about how excited they were to finally have a grandchild.

I stared at that invitation, and for the first time in years, I saw an opportunity.

I immediately started rubbing up against Daniel. “We’re trying for a baby,” I whispered into his ear.

“Really? I thought we were waiting?”

“We’re trying now.”

The math was specific. I had maybe three cycles to get pregnant for the timing to work. Her party was in three months. I had to act fast.

First test: negative. I stared at that single line, feeling panic set in. Second month: negative again. By the third month, I was obsessing over ovulation calendars and taking every supplement known to science.

I was lying in a dark room with gel on my belly when the ultrasound tech went quiet. Moved the wand around slowly, checking something.

“Congratulations, it’s twins.”

I laughed. Actually laughed out loud in that dark room. The universe had handed me the perfect revenge.

Chapter 3: Playing the Perfect Sister

The next few months, I became Melissa’s biggest cheerleader. I helped her design Instagram countdown posts. I insisted on inviting everyone I knew, promising they’d all bring gifts and attention. I smiled and supported and played the role of excited aunt-to-be.

Then she posted her baby name online: Delphine Aurora.

My blood ran cold. That was the name I’d written in my diary when I was fifteen. A name I’d never told anyone about, dreaming of my future daughter.

Melissa had gone through my room. She’d stolen my diary entry from a decade ago.

That’s when I knew I was doing the right thing. This wasn’t just about revenge anymore. This was about showing everyone what she’d been doing to me for years.

The morning of her party arrived. I smiled extra sweet while curling her hair, listening to her talk about her big day.

“You know what mom said?” Melissa asked while I worked on her curls. “If only one of us got to be pregnant, she’s glad it’s me. She said I’m the prettier sister, so the photos will actually be worth framing.”

I applied her lipstick carefully, my hand steady despite the rage burning in my chest. “You deserve this. No interruptions this time.”

“Absolutely. This is my day.”

Chapter 4: The Perfect Party

Melissa had planned everything perfectly. Beautiful balloons everywhere, a three-tier cake, matching decorations in pink and white. Even though everyone already knew from her Instagram it was a girl, she insisted on doing the whole gender reveal performance again.

I wore a loose dress, but you could see my bump if you looked hard enough. Nobody was looking at me, though. Not yet.

Until I overheard Melissa pull our mom aside.

“God, look at Sarah. She’s gotten huge. If I didn’t know better, I’d think she was the pregnant one.”

Mom laughed. “Well, you’ve always been the thin one, honey. Good thing too, for the photos.”

When they were finally done giggling at my expense, the countdown started. Three, two, one—pop! Pink confetti everywhere.

“It’s a girl!” Melissa screamed. Everyone cheered. Cameras flashed.

I was ready to stand up and ruin the entire mood with my announcement. But that’s when my morning sickness hit hard. I ran to the bathroom, hand over mouth.

When I came back out, everyone was staring at me with concern.

The words came tumbling out before I could stop them.

“Sorry, sorry. It’s just the twins. They’ve been making me so sick. Six weeks with twins, and I can’t keep anything down.”

The silence was deafening.

Chapter 5: The Explosion

“Twins?” Aunt Martha shrieked. “Oh my gosh, Sarah!”

The crowd shifted like a tide away from Melissa, toward me. Hands reached for my belly. Questions bombarded me from every direction. When did I find out? Do twins run in the family? Are they identical?

Melissa’s face went from pink to red to purple. I watched her chest start heaving.

“I… I can’t breathe,” she gasped, clutching her chest. “Someone help.”

But everyone was around me. Even her own husband Ryan was asking me about twin strollers, completely ignoring his wife’s performance.

“Hello? I’m having a panic attack! This is my party!”

Mom glanced over, annoyed. “Melissa, honey, not now. Sarah’s having twins. At her first pregnancy.”

That’s when Melissa lost it. Actually lost it.

She grabbed the cake knife.

For a second, I thought this was how I’d die. Death by baby shower.

“This is my day!” she screamed, mascara running down her face. “Mine! I’ve been trying for three years!”

Ryan grabbed Melissa’s wrist and twisted the knife out of her hand. The knife clattered to the floor and kicked under the dessert table as Melissa’s legs gave out completely.

She dropped to her knees and started wailing. Loud. So loud the neighbors three houses down probably heard it. Her mascara ran in thick black streams while she pounded her fists on the floor.

“You ruined everything! You always ruin everything! This was supposed to be my special day!”

Chapter 6: The Slap Heard Round the World

Mom rushed over and wrapped her arms around Melissa, rocking her back and forth while completely ignoring me standing there in shock.

Ryan managed to get Melissa into a chair where she sat hyperventilating, her chest heaving so fast I thought she might pass out. He whispered something in her ear over and over, trying to calm her down.

Daniel grabbed my arm and pulled me toward the door, his face completely white. “We need to leave right now before things get worse.”

That’s when Mom stormed over and slapped me hard across the face.

The sound echoed through the whole room like a gunshot.

“You selfish bitch! You couldn’t let Melissa have one single day without making it about you!”

The room went dead silent, except for Melissa’s crying. Several people gasped. My cheek burned like fire, and I touched it without thinking, feeling the heat spreading across my face.

Daniel stepped between Mom and me. “Back the hell off or I’m calling the cops.”

My friend Grace appeared next to me. “I’m calling 911 if anyone else lays a hand on her.”

That’s when Melissa suddenly bent over and threw up. Gross yellow liquid splashing onto her expensive shoes.

Ryan jumped up. “We need to go to the hospital. She’s having contractions from all the stress.”

Mom immediately pointed at me, her voice carrying across the entire backyard. “If Melissa loses her baby, it will be your fault!”

Ryan helped Melissa stand and started walking her toward their car, but she turned around and screamed: “If I lose my baby, I’ll make sure you lose yours too!”

At least ten people had their phones out, recording her threat.

Chapter 7: Going Viral

We sat in Daniel’s car in the parking lot while he called 911 to report the assault and the threat. I texted Grace asking her to save any videos from the party. My cheek throbbed, and I could feel the twins moving around like crazy from all my stress.

Two cops showed up about twenty minutes later. They took our statements, watched the footage Grace and three other guests had saved on their phones. They took pictures of my red cheek and told us we should file for a restraining order first thing Monday morning.

By that evening, we were home, and my phone was exploding with notifications.

The videos had gone viral on TikTok and Instagram. Hashtags like #babyshowermeltdown and #psychosister were trending. Comments poured in calling Melissa crazy and Mom abusive.

But other people said I was wrong for announcing my pregnancy at her party, even if she “had it coming.”

The debate raged online while I sat on my couch, hand on my belly, wondering what I’d unleashed.

Chapter 8: The Morning After

The doorbell started going off at 7:00 AM like someone was holding it down. Daniel jumped out of bed and looked through the peephole while I stayed under the covers.

Mom stood there, her face all red and puffy from crying. She kept pressing the doorbell over and over, then started pounding on the door with her fist.

Daniel opened the door just a crack with the chain still on. Mom immediately stuck her fingers through the gap and tried to push it open.

“Those videos! You need to take everything down right now! You’ve ruined Melissa’s life! You’ve destroyed our family!”

Her voice got louder and louder until she was basically shrieking. Neighbors started coming out of their apartments to see what was happening. Mrs. Chen from next door stood in her bathrobe, recording everything on her phone.

Mom saw all the people watching and started yelling even louder about how I’d planned everything to hurt Melissa, how I was evil and had always wanted to destroy my sister’s happiness.

Daniel finally told her he was calling the police if she didn’t leave immediately.

She backed away but kept screaming from the hallway about how I’d regret this. She left after about twenty more minutes of yelling threats at our door.

Chapter 9: The Family Meeting

My phone rang an hour later with my dad Nathan’s name on the screen. His voice sounded completely exhausted.

“Melissa’s still in the hospital under observation. The doctors are worried about her blood pressure. Can we please meet to work this out before things get worse?”

I agreed, but only somewhere public with Daniel present. We met at an Italian restaurant downtown two days later.

Mom, Dad, Melissa, and Ryan were already sitting at a table in the back. The second we sat down, Mom started demanding I apologize. She said I needed to admit I’d planned the whole thing.

Melissa sat there playing victim, wiping tears while saying I’d always been jealous of her because she was prettier and more loved.

Ryan flinched when she said that. I saw it.

Then Melissa reached into her purse and pulled out a thick envelope, sliding it across the table with a nasty smirk.

“I’m suing you for intentional infliction of emotional distress and endangering my baby. My lawyer thinks we have a really strong case.”

Daniel immediately pulled out his phone and called his cousin Emma, who was a family lawyer. Melissa’s face dropped when she heard him explaining the situation to an actual attorney.

We left the restaurant with Mom still screaming threats behind us.

Chapter 10: The Evidence Folder

That evening, Grace showed up at our door with wine for Daniel and chocolate ice cream for me. She sat on our couch and pulled out her phone to show us something I never expected.

Grace had kept a folder of screenshots going back years documenting Melissa’s attention-seeking behavior. Photos from my high school graduation where Melissa pretended to faint. Screenshots from my college acceptance party where she claimed chest pains. Posts from my engagement dinner where she had a sudden allergic reaction to nothing.

Events I’d completely forgotten about. All documented. All showing the pattern.

“I’ve been collecting this for years,” Grace said quietly. “I always knew something was wrong with how she treated you.”

A week later, Daniel’s cousin Emma came over to review Melissa’s lawsuit. She read through the papers and actually started laughing.

“This is completely frivolous. It’ll get thrown out immediately. But here’s what we’re going to do: we’re going to counter-sue for assault since your mom slapped you. And we’re suing for the threats Melissa made about your babies—all recorded on video.”

Emma helped us prepare all the documentation. For the first time since the party, I slept through the night.

Chapter 11: The Restraining Order

We went to the county courthouse to file for a restraining order. Emma brought printed screenshots of threatening messages and videos from the party. The judge reviewed everything, including witness statements from neighbors about Mom’s screaming fit.

He granted a temporary restraining order prohibiting both Mom and Melissa from coming within 500 feet of us.

Mom violated it within 48 hours.

She showed up at Daniel’s office building, walked right past security, and started screaming at the receptionist. Security grabbed her and called the police. She was arrested and taken away in handcuffs while Daniel’s coworkers watched from the windows.

Daniel’s boss suggested he work from home until the situation was resolved. He set up his office in our spare bedroom the next day.

Chapter 12: The Stalking Begins

I woke up at 3:00 AM a few nights later to weird noises outside. My heart raced as I peeked through the blinds.

Melissa’s car was parked across the street, just barely beyond the 500-foot limit. She was sitting in the driver’s seat, staring directly at our apartment building.

I watched her for twenty minutes. She never moved. Never looked away from our windows.

She stayed there for three more hours, just watching our home in the darkness.

Daniel installed security cameras the next morning covering every angle of our building.

For two weeks straight, Melissa parked just outside the restraining order range every single night. Just watching. Waiting.