I stole my sister’s rich fiancé, My family cut me off

My sister met her wealthy fiancé by chance in a parking lot, and within three months, he proposed. Our struggling family saw him as a golden ticket. Jealous of my smarter, prettier sister, I stole her fiancé, believing she’d thrive without him while I needed the security. My family disowned me, but I lived the dream—until my mom showed me a photo of my husband with a man, too close for just friends.

His family had cut him off unless he married, and I was just a pawn to secure his inheritance. He didn’t care who he married; it was never about love, only convenience. I lost my sister, my family, and my confidence in finding real love. The wealth wasn’t worth the humiliation of learning the truth. I paid too high a price.