I got to my wedding an hour early and was shocked to see that my sister was getting married too!


After years of saving up for her dream wedding, Gina arrived early only to find another bride at her altar—her own sister! Gina’s sister took over her venue and attempted to steal her special moment, but Gina was determined not to allow it.

On the morning of my wedding, I woke up filled with joy and excitement.

Leo and I had spent years working extra hours, saving every penny, and making sacrifices to ensure this day would be perfect. Finally, after all that effort, the big moment had arrived.

I decided to arrive at the venue an hour early to take in the beauty of it all before guests arrived. But as I stepped inside, my heart nearly stopped.

A bride stood at my altar, adjusting her veil.

Not just any bride—my sister, Jessica.

She turned, smiling smugly.

“Oh! You’re early,” she said, clapping her hands. “I wanted everything to be set before you arrived. Well… there goes the surprise.”

“Surprise?” I repeated, my voice hollow.

Jessica sighed dramatically, as if I were the problem here.

“Why let a perfect setup go to waste? Two weddings in one—genius, right? And you know Ben has been pressuring me to get married.”

I stared at her, my stomach sinking.

“You actually planned to hijack my wedding? Are you insane?”

She rolled her eyes. “Be nice. And don’t be selfish!”

Selfish?

Jessica had spent our entire lives taking from me—my clothes, my ideas, even turning our parents against me when it suited her. But this? This was a new low.

I looked around. My wedding planner, Bella, was frozen in shock. Some guests had already arrived and were whispering. Even Jessica’s fiancé, Ben, looked uncomfortable.

“Jess, you told me Gina was fine with this,” Ben muttered.

Everything suddenly became crystal clear.

I smiled. “Fine. If you want a wedding, let’s do this right.”

I turned to Bella. “Can you schedule Jessica’s ceremony before mine?”

Bella blinked, then grinned. “Of course.”

“And please ensure Jessica covers all additional costs—extra officiant time, musician fees, photographer charges. Oh, and she’ll need to pay for her own guests.”

Jessica’s smirk faded.

“Wait… what?!”

Bella nodded. “The venue charges per seat, and we paid per guest. So, for your wedding, Jessica, we’ll need additional seating, which isn’t cheap.”

Jessica’s face turned red.

“This is all one event!” she protested.

I shrugged. “Not according to the contract. Weddings cost money. If you want one, you have to pay.”

Jessica turned desperately to our parents.

Our mom crossed her arms. “You planned this behind everyone’s back. Fix it yourself.”

Even Ben shook his head. “You lied to me, Jessica. I’m leaving.”

Jessica collapsed onto the floor, wailing. Our dad calmly called security to escort her out.

I took a deep breath.

“Ready to put on your dress?” Bella asked.

I nodded.

The wedding went on beautifully—light, joyful, and free of Jessica’s drama.

Later that night, Leo raised his glass.

“To my beautiful wife,” he said, looking into my eyes. “And to finally getting the wedding she deserves.”

Everyone cheered.

For the first time in my life, I felt truly happy.

But then came the banging at my door.

I opened it to find Jessica—disheveled, mascara-streaked, and broken.

“Ben left me,” she whispered. “I don’t know why I do these things, Gina. I ruin everything. And now? I’ve ruined myself.”

For the first time ever, Jessica admitted she wasn’t okay.

And for the first time ever, I didn’t feel the need to fix her.

“Can we start over?” she asked.

I shook my head. “No.”

Jessica flinched.

“You’ve spent years taking from me, twisting everything so you were the victim. Now you’re finally facing the consequences, and you want a fresh start?” I laughed quietly. “I spent years hoping you’d change. But I’m done hoping, Jess.”

I opened the door.

“Now you have to live with the choices you made.”

Jessica hesitated, then turned away.

As she disappeared into the night, I whispered, “I really do hope you figure yourself out.”

Then I locked the door, put the kettle on, and breathed deeply.

For the first time ever, I felt free.


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