When my brother announced he was marrying Nancy, my stomach dropped
. She wasn’t just any girl — she was the one who made my school years miserable.
At his engagement party,
Nancy greeted me with a sugary smile and whispered insults only I could hear.
She hadn’t changed at all.
My brother thought she was perfect, but I knew the truth.
Then I remembered her biggest secret: her lifelong fear of butterflies
. So for her wedding gift,
I arranged a box filled with two hundred live butterflies to be delivered to their home.
That night, Nancy opened it indoors and the room exploded with fluttering wings
. Her polished smile shattered as she screamed and broke down in terror.
The next morning, my brother called, furious. I cut him off:
“Now you know what she put me through all those years.
She didn’t change she’s still the same bully.
” I never heard from Nancy again.
For the first time in years, I finally slept peacefully.
