My Fiancé Married My Long Lost Sister on Our Wedding Day Chapter 03

My Fiancé Married My Long Lost Sister on Our Wedding Day Chapter 03

Mom bent down and picked it up, shoving it to the bottom of the cabinet. “More checkups for headaches, I suppose? Don’t take it out now. Today’s not a good day for that.”

The photographer set up in the living room. Ethan walked over and straightened my collar. “Lena, stop playing the victim. Once Sophie’s happy, I’ll still come home with you tonight.”

Sophie tossed a white dress at my feet—the cheapest bridesmaid gown from the shop. “Get changed, Lena. Don’t keep everyone waiting.” She smiled and pushed open the master bedroom door. Every inch of the wall was covered with our wedding photos. In each one, my face had been cut out and replaced with hers.

Below the frames sat a hotel check-in slip. Ethan and Sophie’s names. The date—the night he’d proposed.

That night, he’d said he had to work, leaving me alone at the restaurant for four hours. When he came home at dawn, he held me and apologized. “Lena, once we’re married, I’ll make up for all the lost time.”

He hadn’t gone to work. He’d come from her bed.

I crumpled the slip. Ethan reached for it—I pulled away. “When did this start?”

“Don’t ask questions like that.” His voice dropped. “Sophie just came back. She’s insecure. I was just keeping her company.”

“In a hotel bed?”

My brother snatched the slip. “What’s wrong with adults getting a room? Why do you have to assume the worst? If Ethan didn’t love you, would he have stayed seven years?”

“Seven years?” Sophie leaned back on the couch, touching the pink diamond. “Those seven years, Ethan came to see me every birthday. He said you were too clingy.”

The words hit like a fist.

Ten years ago, I’d been waiting in line to buy Mom a cake. Sophie wanted to look at the toys, so I told her to wait by the counter for three minutes. When I came back, she was gone. Police searched for a year. Nothing.

Mom held me and cried, said it wasn’t my fault. Dad sat by my bed, afraid I’d do something stupid out of guilt. My brother burned the missing person posters. “No one mentions this in front of Lena ever again.”

All that protection—just so I’d stay quiet while they played out a con that had been years in the making.