I’m Lisa, and I’ve always tried to help those in need—even when it stretches me thin. So when my sister-in-law Sarah showed up at our door claiming to be pregnant and homeless, I didn’t hesitate. Our home was small, our budget tighter, but I welcomed her with open arms. I thought I was doing the right thing.
Within days, her “morning sickness” became an excuse to lounge while my kids went hungry. She raided the pantry, binged Netflix all day, and snapped when I set up a snack fridge just for my kids. Changing the Wi-Fi password sent her into a full tantrum. Still, I held on, hoping she just needed time.
Then I ran into an old friend—Sarah’s ex—who revealed the truth: she was never pregnant. She had lied to scam us. The next morning, I hit back. I surprised her with baby gifts, a made-up doctor’s appointment, and news of a baby shower. Cornered and panicked, she finally confessed: it was all a lie.
