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The night before my wedding, my fiancé took me to meet his friends. He was all over me, showering me with affection throughout the dinner. His buddies kept gushing, "Your fiancée is so pure, you really hit the jackpot!" He smirked proudly. "My future wife is the best, unlike all those sluts out there." But when I went to the restroom mid-dinner, I overheard him bragging in a low voice outside the door: "Pure? What good is pure? She's like a dead fish in bed. If it wasn't for her being Stella's twin, looking exactly alike, I wouldn't even bother touching her." The next day, at the wedding, Stella showed up with a baby bump. Just as I expected, he told me to "make peace" and step aside. I scoffed, ripping off my veil. I walked down the aisle and stopped in front of Julian Hayes, who was sitting in a wheelchair. "They all say you like me. Well, I'm single now. Are you brave enough to marry me?" "Hahaha, Anya has lost her mind!" "Choosing a cripple? She's so desperate!" "What an embarrassment! She's dragged the Reed family name through the mud!" The guests' piercing jeers sliced through the air. Every word felt like a needle stabbing my heart. My father's face turned scarlet, and my mother rushed onto the stage, clutching my arm tightly. "Are you insane?! Ruining your own life just to spite him?!" Below the stage, Liam Miller had an arm around Stella Reed, a smirk plastered on his face as he watched the drama unfold. "I underestimated her. She actually has guts." Stella let out a delicate sneer. "Guts? I think she's just lost her mind. Anya, are you really going to spend your life with a cripple?" She deliberately caressed her visibly swollen belly,