I spoke up. I tried to make them see how unfair it was. And yet I was met with cold justifications and silence. “Your husband will have his inheritance.” As if I’m a guest in this family now, no longer their daughter. What hurts the most is that my brother and bhabhi accepted it all so easily. No discomfort, no guilt. Just quiet entitlement. I carry this betrayal with me every day. It lives in my throat, my chest, my thoughts. It’s suffocating. And the worst part is, I don’t know how to make peace with something so fundamentally unjust.