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Her husband cheated on her with her sister, but she didn't throw a fit. Instead, she threw the signed divorce papers and wedding ring at him before leaving. She conquered the fashion world and became a millionaire. ===== "Do you like this?" I received a video. The man speaking in the video was my husband, Mark, whom I hadn't seen for several months. He was n**ed, his shirt and pants scattered on the ground, th**sting forcefully into a woman whose face I couldn't see. "Yes, yes, baby," The woman giggled, turned around, screamed ecstatically in response. I felt like someone had poured a bucket of ice water over my head. It was bad enough that my husband was having an af**ir, but what was worse was that the other woman was my own sister, Bella. "Do you treat my sister like this in b*d too?" Bella's co**ettish voice rang out. "Don't mention her," Mark's ruthless voice echoed. "I haven't even ki**ed her; she can't compare to you at all." "I knew you only loved me!" Bella smiled satisfied. I felt a wave of nausea and couldn't watch anymore. I angrily pressed the pause button, swallowing hard. I was very clear--this video must have been sent by Bella. She wanted to tell me that she still had Mark in her grip, and I was powerless against it. Apart from a certificate and title, Mark and I didn't resemble a married couple at all. Bella indeed knew how to twist the knife further. Three years ago, on that fateful day I never imagined would begin the worst turning point of my life, everything was ready to celebrate the union of Bella and Mark. It was only minutes to the wedding when Bella disappeared--or at least, everyone found out she was gone. Bella was nowhere to be found. My parents, desperate to salvage the embarrassment and save face in front of the guests or whatever it was they were trying to protect that day, turned to me. They told me to put on my sister's wedding dress, to take Bella's place at the altar. There was no room for argument, nor was I given the c
