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On the eve of our wedding, my fiancé of six years unilaterally canceled our marriage. The reason? My stepsister's "dying wish" to marry him herself. "Can't you show some compassion? She's your sister!" he shouted, veins bulging. "She's dying! Won't you grant her last request?" I stood numb with shock. "What if I refuse?" The man I'd loved for half a decade sneered with venom: "I wish it were you dying instead of her!" Memories flooded back - I alone knew the truth. Her entire life had been performance art: feigned illnesses stealing affection, staged weakness claiming privileges. No one could understand the depth of my hatred for Alyssa. I thought he was the only one who would understand me, but obviously he was on her side, too. I forced my tears back. That bast**d was not worth my tears. With a cold laugh, I threw the wedding gown I'd hand-stitched to the floor. "Take it. But mark my words - every humiliation you've dealt me today will return to you tenfold." ----- Chapter 1-----My Dying Sister Stole My Wedding I have been imagining the moment I would walk down the aisle in my wedding gown toward the man I loved so vividly that even in my dreams, I could not suppress a smile. I’ve waited for six years for this day. From nineteen to twenty-five, I dreamt of marrying him. And that day will finally arrive. But in the blink of an eye, that beautiful dream was shattered. "Audrey, Mr. Nelson came by the atelier this morning and took the wedding dress. Did he bring it home?" My assistant, Birdie, sounded puzzled over the phone. Still groggy from sleep, I frowned. "Theodore took my dress?" "Yes. You didn’t know?" "I’ll check with him." After hanging up, I’ve snapped out of my grogginess but I still could not understand why Theodore would take the dress so early. *Our home was already packed with wedding preparations - where would he even put it?* I had planned to collect it right before the ceremony. He didn’t answer my fi
