Traded to My Sister? Enjoy My Leftovers, Sweetheart

I brought my software engineer boyfriend of five years home to meet my parents.

At the dinner table, my mother, Helen, couldn't stop grinning after hearing he made $150,000 a year.

She even uncorked a bottle of red wine she had been saving for three years.

The atmosphere was perfect. I smiled and asked, "Mom, so when should we set our wedding date?"

Helen’s hand poured the wine, then froze.

She didn't look at me. Instead, she turned her head hesitantly, her eyes falling on Chloe, who was quietly eating beside her.

"Your sister isn't as successful as you, Jo."