Chapter 2 - THE SECRET MY SISTER BEGGED MY FIANCÉ TO HIDE
Ethan arrived at the bridal suite seven minutes later.
He was still wearing his navy suit from the rehearsal dinner, his dark hair slightly disheveled, and his expression so serious that Rachel immediately stepped aside.
When he saw my dress, he stopped.
For a moment, he simply stared at the black stains.
Then he looked at Vanessa.
“Tell me you didn't do this.”
Vanessa lifted her chin.
“She was upsetting me.”
Ethan blinked.
“You destroyed a $3,200 wedding dress because your sister upset you?”
“She was acting like she's better than everyone!”
“I haven't said a word to you.”
“You don't have to!” Vanessa snapped. “You walk around looking at me like I'm some kind of failure.”
Ethan's expression changed.
“No, Vanessa. I look at you like someone who has repeatedly tried to interfere with my relationship.”
Mom stepped between them.
“That's enough. Everyone is emotional. We need to calm down and figure out how to save the wedding.”
I almost laughed.
Only now, with forty minutes left and a ruined dress, did my mother suddenly care about saving something.
Ethan took my hand carefully, avoiding the cut on my finger where I'd caught a sharp bottle cap.
“Are you okay?”
“No,” I answered honestly. “But I will be.”
He kissed my forehead.
Then he turned to Vanessa.
“I'm going to ask you one question. I want you to answer it honestly.”
She folded her arms.
“Fine.”
“Why did you tell me you were in love with me?”
Mom's mouth fell open.
Vanessa went pale.
“I never said that.”
Ethan took out his phone.
“You told me you had been waiting for me to notice you since Evelyn introduced us. You said you thought I chose her because she was easier to control.”
“That was a joke!”
“Then you told me that if I married Evelyn, you'd make sure she regretted it.”
Rachel whispered, “Oh, my God.”
Vanessa glanced at our mother.
Mom looked from Ethan to me, visibly struggling to understand how the conversation had reached this point.
“Vanessa,” she said, “what is he talking about?”
My sister's eyes filled with tears.
It was a familiar performance. Whenever Vanessa was caught doing something cruel, she became the injured party. Her lower lip trembled. Her voice softened. Her eyes turned glassy.
Usually, Mom rushed to comfort her.
This time, Mom didn't move.
“I was upset,” Vanessa said. “I didn't mean it.”
Ethan shook his head.
“You sent me six messages last night. You asked me not to marry Evelyn. Then you told me you could make my life easier if I changed my mind.”
“I was trying to protect her!”
“From what?”
Vanessa didn't answer.
Ethan unlocked his phone and showed me the message he'd received after leaving the hotel lobby.
It had come from a number he didn't recognize, but the account was linked to Vanessa's email address.
The message read:
If you tell Evelyn what happened, I'll tell her you were the one who came after me. She'll believe me. She always believes family eventually.
My stomach tightened.
I read it again.
Then I looked at my sister.
“You were planning to accuse Ethan of pursuing you?”
Vanessa shook her head quickly.
“No. That's not what it means.”
“Then explain it.”
She opened her mouth, but nothing came out.
Ethan spoke quietly.
“There's more.”
He swiped to another screenshot.
Three months earlier, Vanessa had contacted him under the pretense of asking for help finding a job. He had referred her to a position at his company. She had attended one interview, then stopped responding.
Later, she began asking personal questions about his salary, savings, and the money we had set aside for the wedding.
At the time, he hadn't thought much of it.
But last night, after she tried to persuade him to leave me, he reviewed their messages and discovered a pattern.
Vanessa had been asking whether he owned property before marriage, whether we had signed a prenuptial agreement, and whether I would inherit money from our grandparents.
She had also asked whether he knew that my grandmother had left me a small investment account.
I had never told Vanessa about that account.
It contained approximately $86,000, accumulated over the years from my grandmother's savings and investments. It wasn't a fortune, but it represented a lifetime of careful planning.
The money was mine alone.
Ethan knew about it because we'd discussed our finances before getting engaged.
Vanessa knew about it because she had once searched through my desk while visiting my apartment.
“You wanted me to marry you because you thought I had money?” Ethan asked.
“No!”
“Then why did you ask about Evelyn's inheritance?”
Vanessa's eyes darted toward Mom.
That was when I understood.
My sister hadn't simply wanted Ethan.
She wanted the life she believed I was about to have.
A stable husband. A secure home. A future that didn't depend on someone else rescuing her.
She had convinced herself that if she could take my place, everything I had earned would become hers by association.
And when Ethan refused, she decided to punish me.
“You're sick,” I whispered.
Vanessa recoiled.
“Don't call me that!”
“You tried to steal my fiancé, and when he rejected you, you destroyed my wedding dress.”
“I didn't try to steal anything!”
“Then why did you do it?”
She stared at me.
For once, there was no quick answer.
Mom finally spoke.
“Evelyn, whatever happened, we should handle this privately.”
I turned toward her.
“Why?”
“Because people are arriving. Because this family has a reputation. Because we don't need strangers knowing our business.”
I looked at the phone in her hand.
“You recorded Vanessa destroying my dress.”
Mom lowered it slowly.
“I was trying to document what happened.”
“No,” I said. “You were waiting to see how I would react.”
Her face tightened.
“That's unfair.”
“Is it?”
I thought about my sixteenth birthday. The ruined jacket. The money I'd lent Vanessa. Every time my mother had told me to be patient, generous, forgiving, or quiet.
“You've spent my entire life teaching me that Vanessa's feelings matter more than mine. I'm done learning that lesson.”
A knock sounded at the door.
The wedding coordinator entered, took one look at the dress, and covered her mouth.
“Oh, Evelyn.”
I straightened my shoulders.
“Please tell the guests we'll begin on time.”
She hesitated.
“Are you sure?”
I looked at Ethan.
He squeezed my hand.
“Absolutely,” I said.
Then I turned back to Vanessa.
“You're no longer in my wedding party. You need to leave the bridal suite.”
Her mouth fell open.
“You can't kick me out! I'm your sister!”
“Yes,” I answered. “And you chose to treat me like your enemy.”
For the first time, Vanessa had no audience willing to applaud her excuses.
But as she stormed toward the door, she turned and delivered one final threat.
“You'll regret humiliating me.”
I watched her disappear into the hallway.
Then I looked at Ethan.
“Tell me everything.”
He nodded.
And as we began piecing together what my sister had been planning, I realized the black dye had exposed only the beginning.
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There was another secret.
One that involved money, a missing document, and a lie my mother had been telling for years.
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