I Thought My Sister Was Helping With My Wedding Until I Found Her Burying My Gown at Midnight Behind the House

I trusted my sister more than anyone else in this world. She was the one who raised me when our parents died, she gave up her own education just to make sure I went to college, and when my fiancé finally proposed and started planning for our wedding, she was the first person I told. I even said she would be my matron of honour because in my heart, she was more than a sister, she was my second mother.

In the beginning, everything felt fine. She helped me pick my gown, she helped organise the cake tasting, she even came with me to the church to speak to the priest. But along the way, I started feeling something strange.

Each time I talked about my fiancé, she would force a smile that never reached her eyes. When he came to visit, she would disappear from the house without a word. One day, I overheard her on the phone saying, “I cannot allow her to have what I lost.” I thought maybe she was talking about a friend. I chose not to overthink. to read more click here