Married To The Man I Saved

Summary

It was the day my parents were vetting prospective husbands for my sister—the girl who had spent eighteen years living the life that should have been mine.

I had spent the entire night hand-washing dozens of her delicate couture silk gowns. Exhausted and running on empty, my hand trembled as I reached across the table, knocking over a cup of boiling tea. The scalding water drenched the back of my hand, turning the skin a violent, angry red.

I foolishly thought my biological parents might show a sliver of concern.