A month after my breakup with Richard, I was finally moving on when I saw my sister, Jessica, handing money to him. My heart raced—were they together? The truth was worse than I imagined. Richard and I had met a year ago, and within months, he proposed. My family adored him, especially my dad, who saw Richard as a man of character. My sister, however, was more cautious, but I dismissed her concerns. A month before the wedding, I caught Richard kissing another woman. I ended the engagement, telling him it was over, but kept the real reason a secret—his betrayal. A month later, while trying to move on, I spotted Jessica and Richard together in a café. She handed him a bag of money, and I confronted her. Jessica explained that Richard had stage-three lymphoma and accused me of dumping him because I couldn’t handle it. Shocked, I revealed that I had broken up with him because he was cheating, not because of an illness. We called our dad, who admitted he had been giving Richard money for treatment. The truth hit hard: Richard had been conning us all. Later, we learned Richard was arrested after crashing his car while trying to flee from the police, who had been investigating him. As Jessica and I drove to our dad’s office to discuss the situation, I realized that, despite the lies, I still had my family’s support. We were stronger together, and I was ready to move on with a lighter heart. “It’s time for better memories,” I said, and Jessica smiled, linking her arm with mine