On the wedding day, the husband put the wedding dress on someone else

On our wedding day, he actually took his foster sister’s hand, half joking, tilted his head toward her, and called her the bride.

The next second, the wedding dress that was supposed to be mine was draped over her shoulders by his own hands.

The guests shifted awkwardly but did not dare speak up. They rushed to smooth things over.

“It’s all family, just a joke.”

“Ulyssa won’t mind. She’s always so sensible.”

They all assumed that, just like the past five years, I would swallow every grievance, hide in a corner, and hurt in silence.