My Fiancée Married My Sister

Diana squeezed my hand tighter in the passenger seat, her thumb rubbing small circles like she used to do back in design school when I stressed over a bad critique. "Talk to me, Jasmine. All of it. Do not hold back this time."I let out a shaky breath and stared straight ahead at the building. The sky had turned that soft gray color, the kind that comes right before the sun decides to show up. "Where do I even start, Di? I walked into his penthouse with the dress and the champagne, ready to celebrate finishing it. Then I heard him say her name. Ava. My sister… In his bed."Diana shifted so she could face me better, her leopard print scarf from last night still wrapped around her neck even with the sweats. "Your sister Ava? The twenty-four-year-old who posts those filtered selfies and calls herself the family star? Damn. How long has this been going on?""I do not know," I said, my voice cracking on the words. "He tried to tell me it was one stupid moment and stress from the company. B

Diana started the car but kept it in park right there in my parents' driveway. She turned to me, her eyes sharp with that protective fire she always carried. "You okay? Say something, Jasmine. That whole meeting was pure garbage. Your mom basically told you to vanish so Ava could play house with your man."I sat there with my hands in my lap, staring at the house through the windshield. My fingers would not stop shaking. I clasped them tighter together but the tremble stayed. "I told them I needed the key back. To the studio. That is all I said before I walked out. Did you see their faces? Mom looked like I ruined her perfect script. Dad just sat there. Ryan mumbled " Sorry " to the floor like a coward. And Ava... she kept touching her stomach like that made everything okay."Diana let out a long breath and leaned back against the headrest. "I saw it all. Margaret with her 'be gracious' talk. Like you owe them anything after they stabbed you in the back. She has been doing this your w

I woke up on Diana's couch with my phone already buzzing on the coffee table. Diana was in the kitchen, clinking plates. "Morning. I made breakfast. You are not going to the studio on an empty stomach. Eat first, then we face that mess."I sat up, rubbing my eyes. The announcement from yesterday still sat heavily in my chest. "I need to go now, Di. Before they change the locks or move everything. That place still has my mood boards, the pattern collections, and the client files I did as help for free.” I went silent for a while and scoffed. “I built that studio space."Diana brought over eggs and toast, sitting across from me. "Fine. But I am driving you. And if Ryan or his assistant gives you trouble, I will handle it. You signed that paper three years ago thinking it was nothing probably a formality. Now it might bite you."I ate quickly, the food tasting like paper. "I remember signing it. Ryan said it was standard for the company and to protect the brand. I trusted him. I was the

I had gone to pick the envelope up but it had arrived before me. Diana handed me the cream envelope as soon as I got back from the front desk. "This came for you. No return address and feels fancy with thick paper. Who sends physical mail these days?"I took it and sat at the table where my sketches still lay spread out. "Now a mystery letter… this feels strange.”"Open it," Diana said, pulling up a chair beside me. "Read it out loud. We have been talking all morning about job replies. This could be good news or more mess."I slid my finger under the flap and pulled out a single business card. Heavy stock. Simple black text. Noah Sinclair. Sinclair Capital. Below it, handwritten in strong, neat writing: "I think we should meet. I may have information that concerns you."I stared at it for a long moment. "Noah Sinclair. I do not know that name. Sinclair Capital. Sounds big though.”Diana took the card and examined it. "Let me search quickly on my phone. Noah Sinclair. Billionaire ventu