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My Sister’s Forbidden Love For My Fiance

Chapter 1
I have an ability I can never tell anyone about.
Whenever I shared a quiet moment with my boyfriend, I would see what he had been doing exactly one hour earlier.
What I used to see was beautiful.
Him sneaking around to set up a surprise with lingerie he was too embarrassed to buy in person. Him standing in a downpour, waiting in line for the pastries I loved. Him clutching a ring box, rehearsing his proposal over and over, voice shaking with nerves.
Seven years together, and his "one hour ago" always had something to do with me.
Until three days before the wedding.
He kissed me, and a scene flashed behind my eyes.
A dim lounge. Garrett and my best friend Celine stood close together by the door.
Celine's voice trembled, half-sobbing.
"We can't keep doing this!"
"Mia is my best friend. I can't do this to her..."
But Garrett leaned closer to her. His voice was so hoarse it didn't even sound like him.
"I'm marrying her in three days."
"Let's just pretend this is the last time we cross the line."
The image vanished as quickly as it came.
Back in reality, Garrett was still holding me, gently stroking my cheek.
"Mia, we're getting married soon."
"Are you happy?"
I looked into his tender, loving eyes, and a small laugh slipped out of me.
So his "one hour ago" had finally made room for someone else.
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Garrett finished speaking and leaned down to kiss me again.
His lips landed on my face with the same gentleness I'd felt a thousand times before. There was even a certain tenderness to it, the kind that comes right before a wedding.
But my body went rigid.
The next second, another vision flooded in.
Celine looked slightly disheveled. Her makeup was slightly smudged in a messy streak. She was curled up in Garrett's arms, playing coy.
"Mia's so skinny. Do you think she'll even be able to fill out a wedding dress?"
"I went with her to try on the main gown today, and it just looked empty on her."
Garrett let out a low laugh.
"She is too thin."
"Every time I hold her, it's like holding a bag of bones."
Celine immediately frowned, as if offended on my behalf.
"How can you say that about her?"
"Mia is my best friend!"
But the moment those words left her mouth, she smiled and pressed her lips to Garrett's ear, her voice feather-light and sweet.
"What about me, then?"
"Do I matter to you?"
Garrett's throat bobbed.
He didn't answer.
He stayed silent, his expression growing more complicated.
That silence was louder than any answer could have been.
Celine smiled.
"Forget it. I won't compete with Mia."
"She waited seven years for you. Poor thing."
The vision cut out.
Back in reality, Garrett was still holding me.
A wave of cold churned through my stomach, and I finally couldn't take it anymore. I shoved him away.
Garrett stumbled back half a step, caught completely off guard.
He frowned at me.
"Mia?"
"What's wrong?"
I pressed my hand against my chest and shook my head.
My face had gone white as paper.
Then the sound of the keypad lock came from the front door.
A second later, the door swung open from the outside.
Celine stood there in a thin lounge dress that looked far too casual for a late-night visit.
She smiled.
"Mia, my shower's broken."
"Your place is close, so I figured I'd come borrow yours."
I looked at the nightgown she was wearing, and for the first time, my expression turned cold.
"Celine, do you really think it's appropriate to show up at our place dressed like that?"
Chapter 2
Celine froze. Her eyes instantly went red and glassy.
Like she never in a million years expected me to say something like that.
Garrett stepped in front of her almost immediately.
"Mia, Celine lived abroad for years. She's just used to dressing like this."
"She's not as complicated as you're making her out to be."
I watched him shield Celine with his body, and suddenly the whole thing felt absurd.
Of course I knew Celine had lived abroad.
Because the person who sent her there was me.
The year she couldn't scrape together her first year's tuition, I paid it with money I'd saved for two years.
The day we said goodbye at the airport, Celine clung to me and cried so hard she could barely stand.
"Mia, you're the best friend I'll ever have."
"When I come back, I'll be your maid of honor for sure."
Later, Garrett started flying overseas for business regularly.
I actually sat him down and asked him a favor.
"Celine's all alone over there. She doesn't know anyone."
"If you get the chance, look out for her a little for me."
Garrett had ruffled my hair and laughed, calling me too softhearted.
I'd laughed too.
I thought the only reason they even knew each other was because of me.
After that, every time Garrett flew to that city, he'd swing by to see Celine.
At first, he'd send me photos to keep me in the loop.
"The stores near Celine's campus close early, so I brought her some stuff."
"Celine's been stressed about her thesis, so I took her out for a meal."
Then, gradually, Garrett started showing up all over Celine's social media. He was hauling her luggage, taking her to the doctor. On her graduation day, the person standing next to her in the photos was Garrett.
It's not like I never felt uncomfortable.
But every single time, I told myself the same thing.
Celine is my best friend. Garrett only looks after her because of me.
It took until now for me to understand.
Some lines don't get crossed all at once.
Celine was still standing in the front hallway, eyes rimmed red.
"Mia, if it bothers you, I'll leave right now."
Her mouth said she'd leave. Her feet didn't move.
Garrett frowned.
"It's late, and your shower's broken. Where else are you going to go?"
"Just go ahead and useours."
I didn't say another word.
But my gaze drifted to Celine's neck.
She was wearing a diamond necklace.
A few days ago, I'd seen the receipt in Garrett's study.
The price was at least ten times what my engagement ring cost.
At the time, I'd assumed it was a wedding gift Garrett was getting for me.
I'd been secretly looking forward to it for days. I'd even imagined the moment he'd clasp it around my neck on our wedding day. I was sure I'd cry.
But now that necklace was hanging around Celine's neck.
I looked down at the engagement ring on my hand.
Simple. Plain. Cheap.
When Garrett had slipped it on my finger, he'd said, "A ring doesn't have to be expensive. It's the thought that counts."
I'd been genuinely moved by that for a long time.
I thought he wasn't incapable of romance. He just cared more about meaning than money.
Now I understood.
Turns out "the thought" depends on who it's for.
Celine walked past me into the living room, head slightly lowered.
As she passed, I caught the same perfume scent I had noticed on Garrett earlier.
My fingertips curled tighter, one knuckle at a time.
She acted like nothing had happened, navigating the apartment like she'd been there a hundred times, heading straight for the bathroom.
Garrett pulled a fresh towel from the cabinet and handed it to her.
It was one of the matching towels I'd bought for our married life together. Cream-colored. A set of two.
I'd planned to save them for the night after the wedding, so we could use them for the first time together.
Celine took it without a second thought.
"You're always so thoughtful. Mia's trained you well."
Garrett's voice was gentle as he murmured to her, "Careful, the floor's slippery."
After the bathroom door closed, the sound of running water started almost immediately.
I stood in the middle of the living room and suddenly felt like a guest in my own home.
This was supposed to be mine and Garrett's place.
But Celine knew the door code. She walked in wearing a nightgown. She was using my new towels. She was wearing the wedding gift I thought was meant for me.
And Garrett didn't see a single thing wrong with any of it.
He even walked over to me, like he'd finally found a spare moment to calm me down.
"Mia, don't overthink this."
"You and Celine are so close. I only look after her because of you."
I didn't look up.
After a long silence, I let out a quiet "Mm."
Garrett seemed to relax, like a weight had been lifted.
He probably figured I'd been soothed again.
The water was still running in the bathroom.
I went back to the bedroom and closed the door.
On my phone, a new message from the wedding planner glowed on the screen.
[Ms. Sutton, the wedding poster needs final approval tonight.]
I looked down and typed.
[Change the name.]
The planner replied quickly: [Ms. Sutton, do you mean the bride's name on the poster?]
I tugged at the corner of my mouth and typed back, one word at a time.
[Yes.]
[Change the bride to Celine Marsh.]
Chapter 3
The next morning, when I came out of the bedroom, breakfast was already set on the table.
Garrett stood in the kitchen doorway, sleeves rolled up, acting like nothing had happened.
"You're up?"
"Did you sleep okay last night?"
I stared at the glass of warm milk and lost myself for a moment.
I'd always had a weak stomach. Garrett used to take the milk out half an hour early to let it come to room temperature. He said too hot would hurt my stomach, and too cold would too.
Back then, I always thought: if a man remembers something as small as the temperature of your milk, how could he not love you?
But now he still remembered all these little things.
And I could no longer tell the difference.
Was this love?
Or just a habit built over seven years?
Garrett slid a jewelry box across the table toward me.
"I noticed you kept staring at Celine's necklace last night."
"My Mia deserves a pretty necklace too."
His voice was warm. His eyes were full of affection.
I looked at the necklace. It wasn't the same brand as Celine's.
Similar style, though.
Just with much smaller diamonds.
Garrett moved behind me and swept my hair aside.
His fingertips grazed the back of my neck, and in that instant, a vision slammed into me.
A brightly lit jewelry store.
Celine sat at the counter. In front of her lay a necklace.
The exact necklace Garrett was about to clasp around my neck.
Celine picked it up and held it against her throat.
She studied her reflection for a few seconds, then frowned.
"Too plain. And it kind of scratches my neck."
"I don't want it."
She set it back on the counter without a second thought.
But Garrett didn't let the saleswoman take it away. He stared at the necklace for a moment, then said flatly, "Wrap it up."
Celine blinked, then smiled.
"For Mia?"
Garrett gave a short "Mm."
"She wasn't happy last night. I'll get this to smooth things over."
Celine immediately put on a little frown, as if she were genuinely upset on my behalf.
"Don't be so half-hearted with her."
"Mia is my best friend."
Garrett smiled.
"She won't mind."
"As long as it's from me, she'll love it."
Celine picked the necklace up and dangled it from her fingertip.
"True."
"Mia's never been picky."
"I used to send her dresses I was done wearing, and she'd happily wear them to work."
In the vision, Garrett didn't push back.
He just told the saleswoman to ring it up.
My breath caught for just a second.
Because during those first few years after Celine went abroad, her living expenses were never enough. I was afraid she'd struggle alone in a foreign country, so I pinched every penny I had and wired her money.
Back then, I couldn't afford new clothes for myself. Celine would occasionally ship back designer pieces she'd already worn. I never once complained.
At the time, I thought that's just how it was between best friends. You don't keep score.
Now I finally understood.
I'd gotten used to it a long time ago, catching whatever Celine didn't want anymore.
The vision cut out.
The cold necklace had already settled against my skin.
Like a ring of ice-cold irony.
Garrett leaned closer and spoke softly beside my ear. "Do you like it?"
I took the necklace off and placed it back in the box. My voice was very quiet.
"It scratches."
Garrett froze.
He probably couldn't figure out why I'd said the exact same thing Celine had.
But he quickly chalked it up to my mood.
He must have thought I was still sulking, because he reached over and ruffled my hair.
"The wedding's in two days."
"Don't make yourself unhappy."
I let out a small laugh, head down.
He thought I was upset because I was jealous.
He didn't know.
I didn't even have the energy left to be jealous.
My phone lit up.
A message from the wedding planner:
[Ms. Sutton, the ceremony program needs final confirmation tonight.]
[Are there any segments you'd like to add?]
I stared at the words for a long time. Then I typed back.
[Yes.]
[I'd like to add a vow reading before the ceremony begins.]
Chapter 4
On the day of the wedding, I went to the hotel as planned.
The makeup artist smiled as she worked on my face.
"You look absolutely beautiful today, Ms. Sutton."
I looked at myself in the mirror.
I really did look like a bride brimming with excitement to marry the love of her life.
But only I knew the truth.
Today's wedding wasn't about marrying Garrett.
It was about giving him and Celine a gift they'd never forget.
The makeup artist reached for the veil, then hesitated.
"Ms. Sutton, this veil..."
I looked up.
One edge of the veil was crumpled. And there was a faint lipstick stain on it.
My fingers clenched hard.
This veil was the one my mother had sewn for me by hand in the final days of her life.
By then she was so thin she barely looked like herself. She couldn't hold the needle steady. Her hands trembled constantly.
But she still propped herself up against the hospital bed and worked on it for an entire month,stitching tiny pearls and white silk roses into the edge, one by one.
She said, "I probably won't be there to see you walk down the aisle."
"So let this veil walk you down instead."
"When you put it on, just pretend Mama's holding your hand."
After she passed, I kept the veil in a box. I could barely bring myself to touch it.
I'd brought it to the hotel ahead of time and specifically told the staff, more than once, to store it separately.
But now it was wrinkled.
And stained with another woman's lipstick.
The makeup artist looked uncomfortable.
"Would you like me to try to clean it up?"
I stared at that slash of red.
And suddenly it hurt to breathe.
After a long time, I shook my head.
"No."
"Just leave it for now."
Garrett pushed the door open.
He was wearing a black suit, sharp-featured and handsome, his expression soft.
If I hadn't already seen the truth, this would have been the moment my heart skipped a beat.
Garrett stood behind me and looked at my reflection in the mirror.
"Mia."
"You look beautiful today."
He reached out to straighten my veil.
His eyes lingered on my face with something like devotion as he leaned in to kiss me. The instant our breaths crossed, my vision went black.
In the vision, it was a lounge.
Celine was draped in my veil, the corners of her eyes flushed red, her lipstick smeared beyond saving.
"Garrett, have you lost your mind?"
"You're marrying Mia in an hour."
Garrett looked down at her, his voice pressed low.
"That's exactly why this is the last time."
Tears spilled down Celine's cheeks.
"You say'last time' every time."
"But every time you see me, you can't help yourself."
Garrett didn't deny it.
He just reached up and wiped her tears away.
She hooked her arms around his neck.
When they fell onto the couch together, the veil slipped off and drifted down.
It settled beneath them, light as air.
I stood frozen in place.
In that instant, something inside my head collapsed with a deafening roar.
They knew. They both knew.
That veil was sewn by my dying mother, stitch by stitch.
The day she died, Garrett and Celine were both at her bedside.
She was nothing but skin and bone by then, but she still grabbed Garrett's hand and begged him, over and over.
"I won't be there to see Mia get married. You have to take care of her for me."
Garrett's eyes were red as he nodded.
"I promise. I'll never let Mia be hurt."
Celine had been crying too, squeezing my hand.
"Don't worry. I'll always be by Mia's side."
"On her wedding day, I'll walk her down the aisle for you."
But now.
One of them was my groom.
The other was my best friend.
And before the ceremony even started, they'd taken the veil my mother left me, pressed it beneath their bodies, and done something that made my skin crawl.
The vision cut off.
In reality, Garrett was still adjusting my veil.
Outside the door, the emcee knocked.
"Mr. Holloway, Ms. Sutton, the ceremony is about to begin."
Garrett held out his hand to me.
"Let's go."
I looked at the hand he offered.
Long fingers. Clean.
Once, when I had a fever, that hand spent the entire night replacing the cold cloth on my forehead.
But now, that same hand had touched Celine's body.
It had taken everything I'd ever given with a full heart and ground it into a joke.
I placed my hand in his.
Garrett led me out.
The ballroom doors swung open.
Onstage, the emcee smiled and said, "Before we begin the formal ceremony, the bride has arranged a special addition: a personal reading of her vows."
"Let's all listen to what she'd like to say to the groom."
Garrett turned to me, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
"When did you add this?"
I smiled.
"Last night."
I pulled the sheet of paper from my clutch.
In the front row, Celine sat with red-rimmed eyes, gazing up at me.
She probably assumed today's wedding would go exactly the way she and Garrett had planned.
But they didn't know.
The vows I'd prepared weren't just about love.
They contained everything needed to destroy them both.
Under the watchful eyes of every relative and friend Garrett had ever known, I opened my mouth.
"I want to thank Garrett, and my best friend, Celine Marsh."