I Became My Twin Sisters’ Guardian After Our Mom’s Death—My Fiancée Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said

“The house? The insurance money? That should be ours. I just need my name on the deed. After that, I don’t care what happens to them.”

I backed out of the house without a sound.

In the car, my hands shook. I wasn’t angry yet. I was clear.

This wasn’t a mistake. It was a plan.

That night, I came home with pizza and acted as if nothing had happened.

Later, after the girls were asleep, I spoke gently.

“Maybe you were right,” I said. “Maybe I can’t do this.”

Her eyes lit up.

“And maybe we shouldn’t delay the wedding,” I added. “Life is short.”

She didn’t question it. She celebrated it.

By morning, she had booked a ballroom.

Meanwhile, I made promises—to Lily and Maya—and phone calls of my own.

The wedding night arrived dressed in white linen and candlelight. Jenna glowed. She believed she had won.

When she raised the microphone, I stepped forward and took it instead. Continue reading…