My sister went to my rich boyfriend’s place and told him to “try it,” so I exposed her.

She set a full hearing for 2 weeks later and had the paper sent to Mia that afternoon. Dad called me crying that night because when the sheriff served Mia the papers, she told our parents I was the one stalking her.

She claimed she had proof that I’d been following her and making fake social media accounts to harass her. Dad didn’t know what to believe and kept asking me why this was happening.

I drove to my parents’ house with a box of old photos and my laptop. We sat at the kitchen table for three hours while I showed them date stamps on everything.

I pulled up Mia’s old posts where she bragged about trying to steal Adam while my photos from those same dates showed me in completely different places. Dad finally saw it all clearly and put his head in his hands.

A week later some random person sent me a friend request on Facebook with a message. The profile was obviously fake, but the message said Mia just wanted to talk and was really suffering and I should have a heart.

I screenshot it immediately and Adam called our lawyer because that was a clear violation of the restraining order. Three days after that I noticed a silver rental car parked across from my work building.

It had been there every day when I arrived and was still there when I left. Security went to check it out and found rental papers with Mia’s name right there on the dashboard along with receipts from a coffee shop near my office.

Our lawyer told us to photograph everything and keep documenting each violation since it would help us get a permanent restraining order. I took pictures of the car, the rental papers, and the receipts then emailed everything to our lawyer.

That same afternoon the security guard at my building started keeping a log of when the car showed up and when it left. That night Adam couldn’t sleep and kept checking the locks on all the windows and doors.

He finally admitted he’d been having nightmares about Mia breaking into our place while we slept. We decided to book a hotel room for the night before the court hearing just to feel safe.

Rachel called me the next day and said she and a bunch of our friends wanted to come to the hearing as witnesses. Mia is buying “Corporate espionage for beginners” on her parents’ Amazon account.

That’s oddly specific for someone supposedly having a breakdown. Makes me wonder if she’s following some kind of playbook here rather than just acting out randomly.

They’d all seen Mia’s crazy behavior at different times and wanted to support us. I started crying when she told me because I hadn’t realized how many people had noticed what was happening.

The hearing was set for 3 weeks later and as the date got closer my anxiety got worse. Mom called me the night before and said she was coming to support me even though Mia had threatened to never speak to her again if she did.

Dad couldn’t bring himself to choose sides publicly so he stayed home. The morning of the hearing we got to the courthouse early and our lawyer was already there with a thick folder of evidence.

Mia showed up with her own lawyer wearing a conservative dress I’d never seen before trying to look innocent. When the hearing started everything seemed to be going our way.

Then Mia’s lawyer pulled out printed text messages supposedly from Adam saying he was interested in her. My stomach dropped, but our lawyer immediately asked to examine them and within minutes proved they were badly photoshopped.

The metadata showed they were created just 2 days ago and the font didn’t even match real iPhone messages. The judge looked angry and asked Mia’s lawyer if he knew the messages were fake.

He claimed he’d just received them from his client that morning and hadn’t had time to verify them. The judge spent another hour reviewing all our evidence, including the rental car stalking and the social media posts.

The Trial, the Verdict, and a New Beginning

He granted a 2-year restraining order that included no contact through any means including digital or through third parties. Mia jumped up and screamed that we’d ruined her life before her lawyer grabbed her arm and pulled her out.

After the hearing Mom asked us to come to her house because she needed to talk to us about something important. When we got there she looked exhausted and told us she and dad had given Mia 30 days to find somewhere else to live.

The family home wasn’t safe for anyone anymore with all the drama, and mom couldn’t handle the stress. That night back at Adam’s apartment he got quiet and then said this whole experience had shown him we could handle anything together.

He asked if I wanted to officially move in with him, not because we were scared but because he wanted to wake up next to me every day. I said yes immediately and we started looking for a new place the next week.

We spent hours on apartment websites touring places on the other side of the city, trying to find somewhere that felt like a fresh start. Just when I thought things were calming down, Sophia sent me new screenshots from Mia’s Instagram.

She was telling people we were all in a polyamorous relationship and I was the jealous one who couldn’t handle sharing. My phone started blowing up with messages from people we both knew asking if the posts were true.

I spent the next 3 hours typing out the same explanation over and over to confused friends and co-workers. Rachel called from work asking why Mia was posting about me being in some weird relationship setup.

Two of Adam’s co-workers texted him screenshots asking if everything was okay at home. My old college roommate messaged me saying she always knew something was off about Mia, but this seemed extreme.

Each message made my hands shake harder as I had to relive the whole mess again and again. Adam finally took my phone away and told me to let him handle the responses while I tried to calm down.

The next morning our lawyer called to say she was sending Mia a formal cease and desist letter about the defamatory posts. She had 48 hours to remove everything or we would pursue additional legal action for harassment and defamation.

The letter went out by certified mail that afternoon with copies to her last known address and her workplace. 3 days later I was at the grocery store picking up milk when someone tapped my shoulder.

It was Jessica, one of Mia’s friends from high school who I barely remembered. She looked uncomfortable but said she needed to tell me something about Mia.

We stood there by the dairy section while she explained how Mia had done the exact same thing to her college roommate years ago. The roommate had a boyfriend Mia wanted and Mia spread rumors about them having threesomes until the guy broke up with the roommate.

Everyone dismissed it as sister drama, but Jessica said she always wondered if there was more to it. She gave me her number in case I needed someone to back up that this was a pattern with Mia.

Two weeks passed before we finally found the right place. The building had key fob entry at every door and security guards working 24/7.

We signed the lease that afternoon and started packing immediately. Mom called the next day crying because she discovered something while helping Mia look for apartments online.

Mia had been using Mom’s maiden name on all her applications to hide the restraining order from potential landlords. The deception hurt mom more than she expected, and she kept saying she didn’t raise Mia to be dishonest like this.