I reflect on my tumultuous childhood, overshadowed by the mistreatment of my stepmother. She favored my stepbrother, showering him with affection and opportunities while treating me with disdain and neglect. I grew up in the shadow of his privilege, enduring her harsh words and actions.Despite the adversity, I persevered, channeling my pain into ambition. I worked tirelessly, driven by the desire to prove myself. Meanwhile, my stepbrother led a carefree life, shielded from consequences by his mother's favoritism.As we grew older, the tables turned. My stepbrother's reckless behavior led him into trouble, and his mother couldn't bail him out. Meanwhile, I found success in my career, becoming wealthy through hard work and determination.When my stepbrother's mistakes caught up with him, his mother turned to me for financial assistance. But I refused, remembering the years of mistreatment and favoritism. I had worked for my success, and I wouldn't let her use me to bail out her son after the way she treated me.Despite her pleas and attempts to guilt-trip me, I stood firm. I had earned my success, and I wouldn't let her take advantage of me now. In the end, I learned that sometimes the best revenge is living well and not letting the past dictate your future.