While I Was Volunteering Abroad, My Sister Stole My Dress And Married My Fiancé — With My Parents’ Blessing. I Didn’t Cry When I Got Back. I Smiled.

tight, her eyes a little too tired. I didn’t go to check for myself.

The annulment went through. The marriage that had never been real on paper vanished from the records like a smudge wiped clean. The photos remained, though—the digital footprint of her big day in my dress, frozen forever.

And me? I’m fine. More than fine.

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