My Fiancé Married My Long Lost Sister on Our Wedding Day Chapter 12

My Fiancé Married My Long Lost Sister on Our Wedding Day Chapter 12

Mom broke down watching the footage, covering her face with both hands. “I just went to say a few words. I didn’t know Sophie would wander off.” To avoid blame, she’d hidden the forty–seven minutes from everyone. The security footage had a hardware failure and couldn’t be exported in

time. By the time it was recovered, Sophie had already been found.

Dad never corrected the family’s story. “Lena already thinks it’s her fault. Telling her it was Mom would tear the family apart.” They let me carry the guilt. Sophie knew. She didn’t correct them either. She resented the sister who’d grown up safe more than the mother who’d failed her.

“Why was I suffering in a shelter while she got to go home and sleep in her own bed?”

From that day, the whole family protected the lie.

Ethan watched the footage and gagged, sobbing. “She never did anything wrong?”

No one answered.

More chat logs were recovered. The night before the wedding, Sophie asked:

Sophie: [If she loses it tomorrow–will you feel bad?]

Ethan: [Of course. But she can’t live without me. Once the wedding’s over, I’ll comfort her.]

Sophie: [What if she really leaves?]

Ethan: [She loves me too much to go.]

My brother said in the family group chat:

Marcus: [Lena’s sensible–she’ll be back in a couple of days.]

Dad: [After we get the house, give her twenty thousand dollars to smooth things over.]

Mom: [I’ve rented her a studio. Everything’s ready–she’ll be fine.]

That studio was the same basement Ethan had lived in. “Ready” meant an old quilt and a used rice

cooker.

The officer assembled the evidence. The prosecutor charged them all. They’d confined me, taken my phone, blocked me from medical help, and coerced me into signing away my property. Sophie destroyed my medication deliberately. When I lost consciousness, none of them called for help- they tried to coordinate their stories instead.

The coroner said prompt treatment wouldn’t have cured the cancer, but it could have given me days to die in peace. What they took wasn’t just a few days. They took my right to choose how I said

goodbye.

At the trial, Wendy held my graduation photo in the gallery. It had been taken the day I graduated om college. In it, Ethan was holding flowers for me. My brother was putting the cap on my head. Mom and Dad had taken a six–hour train to watch me walk the stage. I was laughing so hard.

Now all four of them stood in the dock.

Ethan looked at the photo from across the crowd. “I really did love you.”

Wendy rose, eyes red. “Don’t insult her with that word. She called you seventeen times after her diagnosis. You answered three times–always busy. But those days, you were with Sophie, trying on wedding dresses.”

The judge banged the gavel, signaling for quiet.

Sophie lunged at Ethan. “It’s your fault! If you hadn’t tricked her, she’d be alive!”

He shoved her hard. “You poured out her medicine! You took her watch!”

My brother screamed, red–eyed, “You two were sleeping together–don’t drag us into it!”

The bailiffs quickly separated them. The verdict rang out in the courtroom.

The five were all convicted of unlawful confinement and related crimes. Sophie got the longest sentence–destroying medication, blocking rescue, and committing perjury. Ethan didn’t appeal. He just stared at the plain ring in the evidence bag. As the marshal led him out, the ring slipped from the transparent evidence pouch and rolled to his feet.