Five Years as a Stand-In Wife, Then He Chose my Sister

For five years, I wore a ring without ever standing at the altar. My husband, Damien, always said a ceremony didn’t matter—that love was enough. I believed him… right up until our so-called anniversary.

On my way home from the market, I passed City Hall—and my world stopped.

There they were. Damien. And Bianca.

My sister, who had vanished five years ago.

“Are you sure we can get this certificate?” Bianca whispered. “What about my sister, Talia? You’re still legally tied to her.”

Damien’s reply was cold, instant, and merciless. “I was never really married to her. That’s why I never took her to register it. This time, it’s real. Now that you’re back, I’ll take care of Talia soon.”

Then more voices joined in—Marcus and Elliot. My own brothers.

“What about the ceremony?” Van chuckled. “Just make sure Talia doesn’t find out. She’ll make a scene. Maybe we ship her off somewhere.”

That was the moment I understood the truth.

I was never their family. I was never his wife.

So I walked away.

I packed my life into a suitcase, boarded a plane, and chose the man who had been waiting for me all along.

And when I finally stood at the altar and said “I do,” they came running back.

But by then, it was far too late.