My Sister Stole My Fiancé

Summary

To test my fiancé, I created a burner account, playing the role of a sweet-as-pie ingenue sliding into his DMs.

I didn’t actually expect him to bite. But he did. He showered my alter ego with attention, checking in on my day, sending good morning texts, and eventually, booking a hotel room for us to meet.

I was trembling with a quiet, lethal rage. I spent two hours getting dressed to the nines, arrived at the hotel suite early, and waited to catch him red-handed.

The heavy mahogany door clicked open. But it wasn’t some random girl from the internet who peeked her head in.