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Because I knew my fate might be worse than those oysters'. I opened the letter with trembling hands. Sure enough, no matter how graceful Sarah's handwriting tried to be, it couldn't mask my mother's wrath boiling beneath the lines. Switching grooms without notice—Strike One. Running off and getting married on my own—Strike Two. Then vanishing without a word to the family—Strike Three. The kind you don't come back from. By the time I reached the end, where Blake was frowning hard at the page, a strange sense of calm settled over me.

My parents tried every way to convince her, but my sister, Holly Shaw, was as stubborn as a horse. Back in the seventies when Anthony Brown and his mother, Amelia Brown, showed up at our farm, they were skin and bones, practically bullied out of their wits. Nobody dared to get near them, except for me, sneaking out in the dead of night with some food and warm clothes from our stash. For that, once the pair made it back to the city, marrying the girl who saved them was the first thing on their list. In my previous life, Holly had snatched the credit for that good deed.

They went from being the daughters of a wealthy man to having nothing. Mrs Morgan was the youngest of the sisters. The other three were already married but had only given birth to daughters. Mrs Morgan was the lucky one—she married a billionaire. When Mrs Morgan was about to give birth, her eldest sister, Veronica, felt she had to act when the doctor said she couldn't give birth again because of her complications. She feared that if her younger sister also had a daughter, the same fate would repeat itself. So, she did the unthinkable—she swapped the baby at the hospital.

"Let's get officially married tomorrow morning. Don't you think it's about time you give me legal status as your spouse?" The next day, I was dragged off to register our marriage before I could process what was happening, making us legally husband and wife. Soon, we threw a magnificent wedding. As we spent more time together, we seemed to share an unspoken understanding, as if we had been best friends for decades. Keeping Jaguar by my side made my life incredibly fulfilling. Before long, I discovered I was pregnant. Jaguar was ecstatic and turned into my 24/7 private nanny, always staying by my side.

I’m busy with work. I didn’t even realize he had followed me until I felt his shadow behind me. Joe’s arms wrapped around my waist, his face pressed into the curve of my neck, his breath brushing against my skin. “Emma and I grew up together,” he murmured. “She gets jealous whenever I talk about marriage. About the engagement… don’t take it to heart. It’s my mother—she insists Emma must become the Luna of the Smith family. But to me, she has always been my sister. You and I can still be together…”

~I had her removed. He hadn't been jilted. He hadn't been outsmarted by my mother's sudden twin swap. The untouchable king of the city had deliberately plucked my sister out of existence hours before the wedding of the century. My knees buckled beneath the weight of the realization, and I collapsed onto the plush carpeted floor of the panic room. Suddenly, a faint, metallic vibration trembled through the floorboards beneath me. Ding. The elevator doors had opened. Damian and the federal marshals were officially inside the penthouse.

My husband betrayed me and married my sister and not just that my parents were on it too. I had been betrayed and ruined by the same people I trusted and called my family

My sister changed towards him after that and on the wedding day, ran away, leaving behind a note she couldn't marry a blind man. I was begged and forced to substitute her since we had similar voices.. I also had to bear her name and pretend to be in her in his presence and in the process of doing so, I fell. I thought we could be happy but I was so wrong. He is healed, and now she is back to claim her rightful place as his wife, and he would never even know the truth. 'Was I that worthless? Like an item that is tossed aside after its use?' My legs wobbled, and I immediately placed my hand on the wall nearby to stabilize myself as tears rushed to the brink of my eyes.

I wanted nothing more than to beat Mark Johnson to death right there. I knew he had also been reborn. In our previous life, Mark had naturally married me, the prettier one, while my sister married the poorest farmer in the village. At first, the Johnsons doted on me, their beautiful and educated daughter-in-law. But then my sister gave birth to five sons in a row. Her husband's family went from barely scraping by to becoming the most prosperous in the village. My sister's sons all became college graduates, and her husband became a successful businessman. Everyone praised my sister for bringing good fortune.