My Husband Faked Our Wedding to Marry My Sister

For five years, I wore a ring without a wedding ceremony because my husband, Troy, said it wasn’t important, as long as we loved each other. I believed him. But not until today, on our wedding anniversary.

I was almost home from the market when I passed by the city hall. That’s when I saw them—Troy and Vanessa. My sister, who had been missing for five years.

“Are you sure it’s okay for us to get this certificate? What about my sister, Taylor? You’re still married,” Vanessa asked.

Troy didn’t even hesitate. “I don’t care about her. Our marriage was fake, which is why I never brought her to the marriage hall. This is the real one. Now that you’re back, I’m going to dispose of her soon.”

Two more voices joined them. Travis. Van. My older brothers.

“What about the wedding ceremony?” Van laughed. “Let’s just make sure Taylor doesn’t find out yet. She’ll throw a fit. Maybe we’ll send her abroad or something.”

That was when I realized I was nothing. So I packed my bags, boarded a plane, and chose the man who truly loved me. And on the day I finally said "I do", they came crawling back, but it was already too late.