The Stepsister Who Stole My Wedding

Summary

On our sixth anniversary, my workaholic fiancé gave me a childish vinyl figure—the kind teenage girls collect.

Instantly, I knew: he’d fallen for his stepsister.

That night, I laid out his options coldly:

1. I’d walk away quietly, but wouldn’t take blame for their scandal.

2. He’d cut ties with her, and our business marriage would proceed.

He chain-smoked till dawn—a man who never smoked.

Next morning, he shipped her abroad, telling me:

“You’re the only one who can stand beside me, Clara. We’re equals.”