My Fake Husband Was Already Married to My Sister

Five years ago, my adoptive sister Felicity tried to kill me. My fiancé Sebastian swore he'd put her in jail.

I believed him.

This Christmas Eve, I catch him buying groceries for her. My parents—supposedly abroad—hand Felicity a caramel apple. Turns out our marriage license is forged. Sebastian has been legally married to my sister the whole time.

And me? I've spent five years raising his disabled sister. Cleaning up waste. Working three jobs for her medication. Being called a "useless housewife."

No more. I call a lawyer, then book a flight to France with my old professor.