She Ruined My Wedding ,So I Destroyed Her Life

My long-lost little sister called herself a curious little darling.

She tore open my private file without a word, and when I lost it on her, she ran crying into our mother's arms.

I was just curious whether there was anything embarrassing in your file, that's all.

When I was getting intimate with my fianc, she waltzed right in with a baby bottle in her mouth and asked with wide-eyed innocence:

"Are you and Harrison doing naughty things?"

Even at my wedding, she showed up clutching a sippy cup and asked my mother-in-law, loud enough for the whole table to hear:

"What does abortion mean? A doctor said my sister's had eight of them."

My in-laws turned on me right there and declared the wedding void.

My own parents called me a disgrace and threw me out.

I was hit by a car speeding down the road.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the wedding.

So she wanted to play the curious little darling?

Fine. I'd show her what curiosity does to the cat.

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"Pretty lady, have you ever heard of an abortion?"

"A doctor said my sister's had eight of them, but I'm sooo curious what that word means!"

I was at the reception, arm linked with my husband Harrison Weiss, making the rounds to toast our guests.

That was when I heard it from the head table: my sister, dressed in a pink dinosaur onesie with two heart-shaped buns on her head, posing her question to my mother-in-law and every relative within earshot.

Chopsticks clattered to rest at neighboring tables as guests stopped mid-bite.

Every head swiveled toward us, eyes gleaming with the thrill of a spectacle.

Greta Finch's face went black. Her jaw locked so tight the muscle in her cheek twitched, and her fists shook on the tablecloth.

She was seconds from detonating.

Here it comes. Exactly the same as last time.

The moment Marilyn Cobb finished that question, my mother-in-law would erupt.

She'd flip the table, announce the marriage was null and void.

Then she'd drag Harrison away, screaming that I was a shameless tramp for all to hear.

Marilyn, realizing she'd "caused trouble," would bury herself in our mother's arms, pout her little lips, and squeeze out two fat crocodile tears.

"I didn't mean to!"

"I was just really, really curious what that word means!"

And my mother, mortified by me rather than her, would shield Marilyn and snap:

"You did this to yourself and you have the nerve to blame your sister?"

"She's just more innocent than you."

"You've humiliated this family. From today on, don't bother coming home."

I became the woman everyone spat on, while Marilyn, safe under our parents' protection, took my place and married Harrison.

The memory alone made my blood boil. So before Greta could explode this time around,

I snatched the microphone from the emcee's hand, gathered my dress, stepped forward, and shoved it right up to Marilyn's lips.

"Say it again. Louder."

The sharpness in my voice hit her like a slap. Marilyn's big doe eyes went perfectly round, and a film of tears pooled on cue.

"Waaah!"

"You're being mean! I'm scared!"

Just like last time, she burst into tears and threw herself into our mother's arms.

Half her face peeked out, stealing a cautious glance at me before she whimpered her accusation:

"I was just being curious. Why are you yelling at me?"

"Unless... you don't want people to find out?"

Right on schedule, the waterworks bought her exactly what she wanted. Our mother patted her back and glared daggers at me:

"What is wrong with you? You know she's timid. Why are you raising your voice at her?"

Marilyn sobbed until she was gasping, and even let out a little milk-burp for good measure.

"Hic."

"Okay, okay, I get it. You want the doctor to keep it a secret."

"It's all Baby's fault. Baby was just too curious, and that's how Big Sister's secret slipped out. I'm so sorry, Sis!"

The moment those words left her mouth, the entire room erupted.

Every single table in the banquet hall broke into whispers, a hundred and eighty tables' worth of guests buzzing at once.

Some didn't even bother to lower their voices, pointing at me right to my face.

"Oh my God, the Cobbs' eldest daughter is that kind of woman?"

"Eight abortions? Can she even still have children?"

"So Harrison basically married damaged goods?"

Every word sliced straight into my mother-in-law Greta Finch's ears like a blade.

Her face went dark, eyes cutting toward me like a pair of knives.

"You had better explain yourself. Now."

Even Harrison, my own husband, lunged forward from beside me, his eyes bloodshot, boring into mine.

"Sandra. Is what your sister said true?"

I was about to answer when Marilyn beat me to it, waving her hands and shaking her head frantically.

"No, no, Harrison, please don't fight with Sis over this. It's Baby's fault, Baby said the wrong thing, it's not true, none of what Baby said is true."

It sounded like she was defending me. In reality, every word dug the hole deeper.

Crack!

Greta shot to her feet in a fury and slapped me across the face.

"Everyone knows how you Cobb sisters are. The older one plays every angle, and the younger one's an innocent little thing."

"Sandra Cobb, you've humiliated the Weiss family in front of everyone today. If you don't give my son an explanation, I will go to the police and report you for marriage fraud!"

I held my left cheek, the skin still numb and stinging, and looked toward Harrison. My gaze was flat, empty.

"You believe her too?"

Harrison froze. His lips trembled, and it took him a long time to force the words through his teeth.

"Marilyn is pure-hearted. She wouldn't lie."

Off to the side, Marilyn heard that and burrowed her face even deeper into my mother's arms.

Everyone else thought she was scared. Only I knew she was hiding a smile.

Go ahead and smile. You won't be smiling for long.

I strode to my mother and yanked Marilyn out of her arms, dragging her into the open.

"You're going to tell the truth. Every last detail. When exactly did you go to the hospital with me, and when exactly did you hear a doctor say I'd had eight abortions?"

Marilyn's eyes reddened the instant I grabbed her arm.

As if throwing caution to the wind, she wrenched free of my grip.

"Fine. Baby doesn't want to lie. If Sis wants Baby to talk, Baby will talk."

"Last month, the twentieth. Sis told Baby she had to go to work and wouldn't celebrate Baby's birthday."

"Baby was curious just how busy Sis really was, so Baby secretly followed her. And that's when Baby found out Sis went to a hospital."

"Baby even recorded a video to show Daddy!"

She pulled out her phone and hit play on a clip she'd filmed while tailing me.

In the video, I was wearing a disguise, but there was no question I walked into the OB-GYN clinic.

I was visibly on guard the entire time, acting exactly like someone terrified of being recognized.

"Does Sis dare say that's not her in the video?"

When the clip ended, Marilyn stared at me with absolute certainty plastered across her face.

In an instant, countless pairs of eyes locked onto me, every one of them carrying a different shade of judgment.

They were all waiting to see how I'd explain my way out of this.

Harrison held his breath, waiting for an answer.

I inhaled slowly and answered without flinching.

"That's me."

Two words. Like cold water hitting a vat of boiling oil.

"You filthy whore!" Harrison jabbed a finger at my face, spitting the words like venom.

"Trash! Son, we're leaving!" Greta seized Harrison's wrist and stormed away from the table.

I stood behind them and asked, my voice flat and unbothered:

"Don't you even want to know what I was there for?"

That one sentence stopped Greta in her tracks.

She turned around and looked at me with shameless contempt.

Her voice dripped with disbelief:

"What for? What else would anyone be doing sneaking around an OB-GYN clinic?"

"Either you caught something, or you were getting rid of something!"

"You have the nerve to bring it up? I don't even have the stomach to hear it."

"The Weiss family is one of the most prominent families in the capital. You've dragged our name through the mud."

"Mark my words. The $500,000 betrothal gift gets returned in full. The house, the jewelry, and every cent of today's reception comes out of your pocket!"

I ignored her and fixed my gaze on Harrison.

"You don't want to know either?"

Harrison's face was flushed scarlet with rage, and the way he looked at me was the way you'd look at something filthy on the bottom of your shoe.

His fists were clenched. His mouth opened, then closed. He wanted to curse me out but couldn't find the words.

Greta immediately stepped in front of him, jabbing her finger at my face:

"You shameless tramp! Even now you're trying to play on my son's soft heart!"

"Even if he believed you, I never would! Don't you dare try to sink your claws into him again!"

Marilyn shuffled forward from the side, sobbing.

"I didn't want to cause a fight between you and Harrison."

"But I couldn't keep lying for you either, sis."

"This is all my fault. I should never have followed you that day. I wish I hadn't been so curious."

She reached for my hand as she spoke, as if begging me to forgive her.

Harrison watched the scene, and his expression softened instantly.

"Sandra Cobb, she's your own sister. One of you is pure and kind, and the other is cheap trash. I must have been blind."

Those words carved through whatever hope I had left, and the last scrap of it crumbled to nothing.

So this was who I'd been all along in the eyes of the man I'd loved for eight years.

We went from school uniforms to wedding gowns. I truly believed we'd be happy forever.

But everything changed the day Marilyn was found and brought home.

My parents, who once cherished me like the apple of their eye, started telling me to give way to my sister in everything.

They said she'd suffered so much during all those years she was lost.

Harrison, whose gaze used to orbit around me alone, began glancing her way more and more.

He'd toss out little comments: "Your sister is so much more innocent than you."

And maybe she was. I'd spent those years building a company, closing deals, single-handedly pulling my family into the upper echelons of the capital's society.

I'd seen too many mind games, too many schemes, too many transactions dressed up as relationships.

I wasn't innocent anymore. I weighed every cost and benefit. I kept score. I cared about winning and losing.

Compared to Marilyn, who called herself a "curious little darling" and played sweet and naive, I wasn't exactly endearing.

So I swallowed the explanation sitting on the tip of my tongue, pulled out the freshly issued marriage certificate, and tore it to pieces right in front of Harrison's face.

"If that's how it is, then today's wedding is off."

The sound of ripping paper cut through the silence.

As the certificate split in two, something complicated passed across Harrison's face.

I pulled the ring off my finger and threw it into his chest.

"Harrison Weiss, from today on, you and I are done. Completely."

Harrison clutched the ring and said nothing.

Greta let out a cold laugh:

"Anyone watching would think you were some kind of virtuous martyr!"

"Get this straight. You're the one who cheated on my son. If anyone's calling off this wedding, it's him, not you!"

"A tramp who's had eight abortions, dumped by my son for what she is. Who else would ever want you?"

"The betrothal gift? The property deed? The jewelry? Hand it all back. Every last piece!"

All of that was with my parents.

They rushed forward immediately:

"In-laws, how about you take a look at our younger daughter?"

My mother shoved Marilyn right in front of Greta.

"Sandra is dead to us. We'll disown her from the Cobb family today."

"But our younger daughter Marilyn is not only beautiful, she's sweet and innocent. She's a perfect match for your Harrison!"

My father bobbed along beside her, nodding and bowing:

"Exactly! The betrothal gifts have already been paid, the reception's all set up. It'd be a shame to let it go to waste, right?"

Of course.

This was their real plan all along.

The family I had treasured my entire life was willing to grind me into the dirt just so my sister could take my place and marry my fianc.

Marilyn, now thrust into the spotlight, dropped the sobbing act in an instant.

She blinked those big, dewy eyes and pointed at her own nose with a look of clueless wonder:

"Huh?"

"You want me to marry Harrison?"

She scrunched her brows in a show of hesitation, then gazed up at Harrison with a bashful blush.

"But would Harrison even like a curious little thing like me?"

Harrison looked at me, then looked at Marilyn.

"I like women who are pure and innocent."

"Not social butterflies like your sister."

"She's had eight abortions. Every man in the capital's already had his turn. Marrying her would make me the laughingstock of the whole city!"

"You're the real deal."

He tilted Marilyn's chin up and kissed her right there.

The crowd erupted in cheers.

"Not bad, not bad! Swapping brides is a great idea!"

"Call it resource reallocation. Nothing goes to waste!"

"Right? All they need to do is change the name on the marriage certificate!"

"Every man would rather marry a blank page like Marilyn than yesterday's news like Sandra!"

Hearing all this, Greta's stiff expression finally cracked into a thin smile.

"Fine. We'll do what your family suggests. The bride is swapped."

Applause filled the room.

Everyone seemed to think it was a brilliant solution.

No one cared about my humiliation. No one cared about the lies smeared across my name.

"Wonderful. Truly wonderful!"

I let out a cold laugh, brought the microphone to my lips, and clapped along as I walked onto the stage.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"You want to cause another scene?"

"It's settled! Get lost, you shameless tramp!"

Greta jabbed her finger at my face, screaming.

I ignored her completely and pointed at Marilyn, who was curled up in Harrison's arms below the stage.

"You and your son are so sure she's a blank page?"

Harrison and Greta exchanged a glance, neither understanding what I meant.

Only Marilyn, still nestled against Harrison's chest, couldn't suppress the shudder that ran through her body. But her mouth kept up the act:

"I don't understand what you're talking about, sis."

"You will. Very soon."

I pulled out my phone and dialed a number.

Three minutes later, someone came crashing through the doors.

"Marilyn Cobb, you conniving little tramp! Get out here!"

Every head in the room turned toward the entrance.

The color drained from Marilyn's face.