My Fiancé Pressured Me to Send My 5-Year-Old Twin Brothers to a Group Home After I Became Their Guardian – So I Taught Him a Lesson He Would Never Forget

“Everything went through?”

“Yes. I’m officially their guardian.”

He leaned against the doorway.

“This is temporary, right? You’ll find another arrangement before the wedding?”

I turned toward him.

“What arrangement?”

“Foster care, maybe. They can’t live with us permanently.”

“They’re my brothers. They lost both parents. They’re staying with me until they’re grown.”

His expression hardened.

“I’m not raising somebody else’s children. Put them in foster care, or the wedding is canceled.”

For several seconds, I could not speak.

This was the man who had promised to stand beside me. The man my brothers trusted. The man my mother had called good.

“They have nobody else,” I said. “How can you ask me to abandon them?”

“I’m not destroying my life for two children who aren’t mine. Choose them or choose me.”

Something inside me became completely still.

I wanted to scream, throw the engagement ring at him, and order him out. But a quiet breakup was not enough. A man willing to discard two orphaned children deserved to reveal himself in front of everyone.

So I smiled.

“You’re right.”

Elliot blinked.

“Seriously?”

“I’ll do what you asked, but I want one final family outing first. Just the four of us.”

He rolled his eyes.

“Fine, but I’m not paying.”

“I’ll handle everything.”

He relaxed, convinced he had won.

“Where are we going?”

“The state fair.”

He cupped my face and smiled.

“After this, we can finally begin our real life. Just you and me.”

“Just you and me,” I repeated.

He never noticed the coldness in my voice.
PART 2: ONE LAST FAMILY TRIP

The drive to the fairgrounds felt endless.

Elliot sighed repeatedly and gripped the steering wheel as if spending time with grieving children were a punishment. In the back seat, the twins whispered excitedly about roller coasters and cotton candy.

“Are we almost there?” one asked.

“Almost, buddy.”

Elliot frowned.

“Can you make them be quiet? I have a headache.”

I ignored him and smiled at my brothers.

When we arrived, the boys raced toward the colorful rides. Music filled the air, popcorn scented the warm afternoon, and flashing lights stretched across the fairground.

Elliot followed several steps behind us, staring at his phone.

“The boys want to try that ride,” I said.

“You deal with it. That’s the point of today, isn’t it? One final day before you fix this mess.”

The word “mess” settled heavily inside me.

“You’re right. Today is about fixing things.”

For the next hour, I rode the carousel with the twins, bought them matching light-up toys, and watched them share a funnel cake. Every time they laughed, Elliot checked his watch.

“How much longer? I have plans tonight.”

“Not much longer.”

We eventually reached a photography booth decorated with painted sunflowers.

A cheerful woman waved at us.

“Come take a family picture! The first one is free.”

The twins immediately pulled at my sleeves.

“Picture! Picture!”

Elliot dismissed the woman.

“No, thanks.”

I smiled at her.

“We’d love one.”

Elliot spun around.

“I already said no.”

“I heard you. But you don’t have to be in the photograph because you won’t be part of our family after today.”