"The wedding is off." "I'm in love with your sister. I want to be with her." My groom announced this at our wedding in front of everyone. I wanted to argue, but I couldn't. Because my sister was only two years old. The hall erupted into chaos. I stood there in my white dress, my mind completely blank. He looked at me, guilt written all over his face. "Aria, look... I know this isn't fair to you." "But from the moment I first saw your sister, I knew she was the one." I stared at him in shock. His voice softened, almost pleading. "Aria, please. Just let me be with your sister." I finally moved my lips, but no words came out. "Aria, I know you're crazy about me." "But I don't love you anymore. She's the only one I want." "Whatever, you're just a fake heiress. You were never good enough for me anyway." Caleb looked down at me, his eyes filled with contempt. The guests were buzzing. "He's calling off the wedding? Oh, this is going to be good." "Cheating but with Aria's sister? You can't make this stuff up." "I mean, can you blame him? Didn't you hear? Aria's just a fake heiress!" "Caleb's a top graduate, a rising star. Why would he marry a fraud? That's just embarrassing." Hearing this, Caleb seemed to stand a little taller. His voice turned coaxing. "Aria, don't take it too hard." "You're just a fake heiress. But I'm going to be one of the most successful men in this city." "Look around you. This is our wedding, and not a single person from your family bothered to show up. That should tell you something about how little you matter to them." "A fake is a fake. You were never be my wife." I listened to his absurd words, still unable to wrap my head around what was happening. Caleb and I had been together since college. Right after graduation, we started planning our wedding. But my parents had always looked down on him. They never wanted me to marry him. That's why they didn't come today. I never expected Caleb to twist their absence into this. A fake heiress? I was my parents' biological daughter. How could I possibly be fake? And my sister... she was only two years old! How could he possibly be with her... I pressed my fingers to my temple, completely bewildered. "When did you even meet my sister?" "She's only... how could you two possibly..." "What do you mean?" Caleb cut me off with a cold snort. "I fell in love with her the moment I laid eyes on her." "She's sweet, she's the true heiress of the Sterling family. She's the kind of woman who actually deserves to be with me." "And just so you know, we've been together for three years." My jaw nearly hit the floor. Three years? Three years ago, my sister was still in my mother's womb! I took a deep breath and studied Caleb from head to toe. So he was cheating. But his mistress sure as hell wasn't my two-year-old sister. My nails dug into my palms and smiled coldly a cold smile crept across my face. "Caleb, someone's been playing you." "Cut the crap!" Caleb shot back, anger flashing in his eyes. "You don't believe me?" "Look at this!" He slapped a photo down in front of me. "Still going to tell me this isn't your sister?"
All eyes locked onto the photo. I just stood there, frozen, unable to speak. "Is this the Sterling family's true heiress?" "I guess she's pretty, but her vibe isn't even as classy as Aria's..." "Please. Old money doesn't need to show off." Caleb turned to me with a smirk. "Now do you believe your sister and I are really together?" "Aria, I know this is hard for you to accept." He sighed, his voice dripping with fake sympathy. "But it is what it is. A fake heiress like you was never good enough for me. Your sister and I are in love. We're meant to—" "Who said she's my sister?" I couldn't help it. I cut him off with a frown. "I've never seen this woman before in my life. She's NOT my sister." Caleb's face froze. But a second later, he burst out laughing like he'd just heard the funniest joke. "Never seen her? Wow, Aria. I didn't know you had it in you." "You'd really pretend you don't know your own sister just to keep me?" "Give it up, come on. I never would've been with you if I'd known you were just a fake heiress!" I frowned, a bitter taste in my mouth. When Caleb and I first got together, he was the one who chased me for months. Texting me every day, checking in, being the perfect gentleman. That's how he won me over. When my parents found out, they didn't approve. But I was stubborn. Blinded by love. I insisted on marrying this broke nobody. And now? Now I find out he's nothing but a shallow, gold-digging piece of shit. He thought I was a fake heiress, so he cheated on me for three years behind my back. And now he was dumping me at my own wedding. "Aria, I know how much you love me." "We've been together for years. Of course I still care about you." "Your sister's even willing to be generous about it. She'll be my wife, and you... well, you can stay in the picture." "Just keep a low profile, stay out of her way, and she's fine with me coming to see you." My fists clenched so hard my knuckles turned white. The little bitter I'd felt turned into a wave of pure disgust. I never thought Caleb could actually say something like this out loud! What a shameless piece of shit! "Nothing to say? I knew you'd come around." Caleb looked at me with that mocking smile, his tone playful. "I knew it. Women like you are all the same—get dumped and still come begging for scraps. This is what you wanted all along, isn't it? Just be a good girl, and I'll—" "Fuck you!" I lost it. I slapped him so hard across the face my palm stung. SLAP! The sound echoed through the entire hall. Caleb's head snapped to the side. Five red fingerprints bloomed across his cheek. "What the fuck?! Did you just hit me?!" Caleb clutched his face, staring at me in disbelief. I laughed coldly and didn't hesitate to kick him hard right where it hurts. "AHHH—!" His scream pierced the air. I lifted my foot, ready to stomp down on him. But just then— "STOP!" An enraged voice exploded from the back of the crowd.
#{3|The Real Sister} # "Caleb! Are you okay?" A woman rushed over and helped him up, then turned to glare at me with teary eyes. "How could you hit him?" "If you want to blame someone, blame me. I'm the one who wants to be with him." "I'm so sorry... Caleb, this is all my fault. That's all because of me..." Tears streamed down her face. "How is any of this your fault?" Caleb pulled her into his arms. "I'm the one who fell for you. If anyone's to blame, it's Aria." Then he whipped his head toward me, his voice turning ice cold: "Apologize to Harper. Now." I paused, almost laughing at the absurdity of it all. These two shameless cheaters actually had the nerve to blame me. They cheat, and somehow it's my fault? "I'm so sorry!" Harper suddenly threw herself at me, eyes red and brimming with tears. "I know you've always been insecure about being a fake heiress." "You've bullied me our whole lives, taken everything that was mine. I never held it against you." "But please... I really love Caleb. I'm begging you, just let him go. Please?" She sounded so sincere, so heartbroken, that the crowd immediately started taking her side. "Oh my god, the true heiress got bullied this badly by a fake? Aria's a monster!" "A fraud is a fraud! Stealing her things since childhood, and now even trying to steal her man!" "At least the real heiress has a good heart. After all that abuse, she's still calling her 'sister.' If it were me? I would've slapped her across the face!" The whispers grew louder and louder. Everyone was looking at me like I was the villain. Like I was the homewrecker. Caleb looked heartbroken, pulling Harper closer to wipe her tears. I stood there, feeling like I'd stepped into some alternate reality. This woman, standing here calling me her sister and claiming to be the true heiress— I had never seen her before in my life. "Please, just let him—" "Who the hell are your sister?" I took a deep breath and stared at her coldly. "I don't know you. Stop pretending we're related." "Aria!" Harper cried out, looking like I'd just stabbed her in the heart. Fresh tears spilled over. "I know you're angry. I know you don't want me to be with Caleb." "But you can't... you can't just pretend you don't know me!" She grabbed my hand, her voice trembling with desperation. "I'm sorry, okay? Please, just let me be with Caleb!" Seeing her play the victim so perfectly, the crowd started piling on. "Enough, Aria! You can't force someone to love you. They're happy together—why do you have to ruin it?" "Exactly! You're just a fraud. What gives you the right to compete with the real heiress for a man?" "She's your sister! Are you really going to throw away family over some guy?" I listened to the accusations flying at me, my nails digging into my palms. Finally, I looked at Harper and smiled. "Fine. If you're my sister, sure, I'll let you have Caleb." "So do you have any proof?" The murmuring stopped. All eyes shifted to Harper. She looked away nervously, then cleared her throat. "Of course I have proof!" She pulled out her phone, dialed a number, and put it on speaker. "Hey, sweetheart! Why are you calling now?" I froze. My whole body went rigid.
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