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I stood frozen as Ivy grabbed the microphone, her bony fingers clutching it with surprising strength for someone supposedly on death’s door. The wedding reception hall fell silent, all eyes turning to my stepsister in her stolen white dress–my dress.
“I want to thank everyone for coming today,” Ivy began, her voice trembling with practiced emotion. “Especially my dear sister, Hazel.”
She pointed to where I stood at the edge of the dance floor. Spotlights swung in my direction, blinding me momentarily. I squinted against the harsh light, feeling two hundred pairs of eyes boring into me.
“Not many sisters would do what Hazel has done for me,” Ivy continued, dabbing at the corner of her eye with a lace handkerchief. “When the doctors told me I only had months to live, my greatest regret was never experiencing true love.”
The crowd collectively sighed. Several women dabbed their eyes. I glanced at Mr. Sinclair beside me, his expression unreadable.
“And then,” Ivy’s voice broke dramatically, “my sister’s fiancé–my new husband, Alistair–offered me this most precious gift. But it wouldn’t have been possible without Hazel’s blessing.”
I stifled a laugh. Blessing? I’d found out about their engagement from a text message.
“Hazel selflessly stepped aside so I could experience marriage before I die. She gave up her own wedding, her own happiness, for me.” Ivy pressed a hand to her heart. “I’ll forever be grateful.”
The guests erupted in applause, murmuring about my supposed selflessness. My father and Tanya beamed proudly from the head table, as if they’d raised a saint.
“Sister,” Ivy called out, her voice honey–sweet with poison underneath, “would you come up here? I have a question to ask you.”
The crowd parted, creating a path to the stage. Every instinct screamed for me to run, but that would only confirm the narrative they’d crafted–poor, heartbroken Hazel, too emotional to face reality.
I walked slowly to the stage, feeling Mr. Sinclair’s eyes on my back. Something about his presence gave me strength.
Onstage, Ivy enveloped me in a hug that looked loving to anyone who couldn’t see her nails digging into my shoulder.
“My dear sister,” she said into the microphone, “I have to know. Do you hate me for marrying Alistair?”
The room went deathly quiet. This was her coup de grâce–forcing me to either lie and bless
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their union or look like a jealous, bitter woman by telling the truth.
She thrust the microphone toward me, her eyes gleaming with victory.
I took it calmly, a smile spreading across my face. Not the trembling smile of a victim, but the cold, sharp smile of someone with nothing left to lose.
“Actually, Ivy,” I said, my voice ringing clear throughout the hall, “I should be thanking you.”
Confusion flickered across her face.
“You didn’t take my man,” I continued. “You took my trouble. And saved me from making the biggest mistake of my life.”
Gasps rippled through the crowd. Alistair’s face flushed crimson.
“A bitch deserves a dog,” I added sweetly. “May they last forever.”
For three heartbeats, the room was completely silent. Then someone in the back whistled. Another person clapped. Several guests broke into nervous laughter.
My father shot to his feet, his chair scraping loudly against the floor. “Hazel!” he roared, storming toward the stage.
I stood my ground as he climbed the steps, his face purple with rage.
“How dare you embarrass us like this?” he hissed, grabbing my arm.
“Let go of me,” I warned.
Instead, his hand cracked across my face. The slap echoed throughout the silent hall.
My cheek burned, but I refused to cry. “Again, Dad? Just like when Mom caught you cheating with Tanya?”
His eyes widened with shock that I’d mention his dirty secret publicly.
“Yes, everyone,” l’announced, turning back to the stunned audience. “My father slapped my mother the same way when she discovered his affair with my stepmother. She died three months later of a broken heart.”
“Shut your mouth!” he growled, raising his hand again.
Alistair rushed to the stage. “Harold, please-”
I laughed bitterly. “Look at you playing peacemaker, Alistair. By the way, how do you like the suit?”
He blinked in confusion. “What?”
“The suit you’re wearing. I originally bought it for my dog. Seems fitting now.”
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Several guests snickered. Alistair’s handsome face contorted with humiliation.
“You ungrateful bitch!” My father lunged at me again.
This time, I didn’t back down. The moment his hands touched me, I shoved him back with all my strength. He stumbled, nearly falling off the stage.
“Don’t ever touch me again,” I said, my voice deadly calm. “You lost that right when you threw my mother away like garbage.”
“Your mother was weak!” he spat. “Just like you!”
Something inside me snapped. Six years of pretending to be the perfect daughter, the dutiful fiancée, the loving sister–all of it shattered in an instant.
“I’m not weak,” I said, stepping toward him. “I’m the only one strong enough to tell the truth. Ivy isn’t dying of cancer–she’s dying of jealousy. She’s wanted everything I’ve had since we were children. And you’ve helped her take it.”
My father’s face twisted with rage. “How dare-”
“I dare because I have nothing left to lose,” I cut him off. “You took everything from me,
including my mother. But not anymore.”
“You will apologize to your sister right now!” he demanded.
“Or what? You’ll disown me? Cut me off? Go ahead. I’ve been supporting myself for years while you pretended my design success was Ivy’s.”
Tanya had joined us on stage, wrapping a protective arm around Ivy, who was now sobbing theatrically.
“See what you’ve done?” Tanya hissed. “You’ve ruined her special day!”
“No,” I replied calmly. “I’ve just stopped pretending this day is anything but a farce.”
My father grabbed my arm again, his fingers digging painfully into my flesh. “You’re leaving.
Now.”
“Get your hands off me.” I tried to pull away.
His grip tightened. “You’re coming with me, and you will apologize to everyone for your disgraceful behavior.”
“I said, let go!” I twisted free and shoved him hard.
He stumbled backward, then lunged at me with a roar. His weight knocked me off balance. We grappled, his hands reaching for my throat as I fought him off.
Guests screamed. Wedding decorations crashed to the floor. Someone called for security.
Through the chaos, I caught a glimpse of Mr. Sinclair moving swiftly toward the stage, his
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expression dark with fury. But he wasn’t looking at me–he was looking at my father with the cold, calculating gaze of a predator.
As my father’s hands closed around my wrists, I knew this wasn’t just a family squabble anymore.
This was war.
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