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ter Sister Stole My Marriage Alliance Target, I Married a Big Shot to Make a High–Profile Comeback
The night of my 18th birthday celebration, my sister, Isabelle, disguised as me, slipped into my boyfriend Alex’s bed.
Lost in the haze of passion, Alex, still just a young man, sensed something was off. His face contorted with pure disgust as he ordered her to
get out.
At 22, on my wedding day, Isabelle arrived in a wedding dress, loudly inviting Alex to elope with her. Alex calmly instructed security to escort her out, but I saw a flicker of raw emotion in his eyes.
At 23, when I was holding my positive pregnancy test, my heart swelling with joy, Isabelle stepped in front of Alex, taking a blade meant for him from some business rivals. The blow damaged her spine, leaving her unable to dance ever again. By her hospital bed, Alex gently kissed Isabelle’s hand, promising to take care of her for the rest of his life.
Later, 1 quietly ended my pregnancy and filed for divorce. Alex’s eyes were filled with guilt, but he eventually signed the divorce papers.
“I’m sorry, Chloe. Isabelle only has me.”
At 25, I returned for his and Isabelle’s wedding, a dazzling diamond ring sparkling on my finger. Alex, his eyes bloodshot, cornered me. “Don’t find a fake just to spite me. This ring was designed by Ayu, known as ‘The Divine Pen, for his wife. How could it be on your hand?”
“Guess why he’s called Ayu?”
- 1.
The Miller family and the Dubois family were set to join in marriage.
In the engagement photos released, my sister, Isabelle Dubois, wore a radiant smile, while my ex–husband, Alex Miller, looked at her with doting affection.
Actually, this was the second time they’d been photographed together in wedding attire.
The first time was at my own wedding.
Alex stood by my side in his groom’s suit, while Isabelle, in a wedding dress, stood opposite me. She smiled brightly, extending a hand to my husband. “Alex, will you elope with me?”
My wedding ended abruptly and messily, but their story had just begun, painted in bold, dramatic strokes.
Back then, Alex had the security escort her out.
Now, after all that back and forth, they were finally together.
Some busybody dug up old photos from my wedding, capturing the scene of two women fighting over one man:
“If I were Chloe Dubois, I wouldn’t even dare to show my face back at the Dubois family home. She wasted a loving couple’s time for years.”
“Isabelle Dubois is just too kind–hearted, still caring about her sister. She even specially invited her back for the wedding.”
“Isabelle Dubois is still too naive. Isn’t she afraid Chloe Dubois still harbors feelings for Alex? Especially now that Alex Miller is the head of the Miller family; so many people want to cling to him.”
It seemed everyone sided with Isabelle Dubois.
My name is Chloe Dubois.
But my sister’s name is Isabelle Dubois.
It was clear that Isabelle was the family’s precious gem, the apple of their eye.
And I was the one blamed for my mother’s death during childbirth.
When registering my name, my father casually pointed to a random name on the registration desk’s list – Chloe. The clerk paused, a hint of pity in her eyes. And so, I was named Chloe.
