When My Boyfriend Chose My Stepsister

After eight years of love, I only asked Daniel for one thing: to pick me up in a wedding car on our wedding day.

But the car never came.

I waited, held on, and finally went to the venue myself. There, I saw her—Daniel’s beloved, draped in the wedding dress he had personally chosen for her, tears streaming down her face. And Daniel stood by her side, watching her with that same gentle smile I had once thought was mine.

I glanced down at the missed calls on my phone, each one a reminder of my desperate hope.