My Sister Stole My Life And My Groom

Synopsis

At my engagement party with my CEO fiancé, Samuel, they stripped me completely in front of everyone. It all started because the fake heiress, Lily, threw a fit and insisted on comparing our bodies. Dressed in her gown, Lily jabbed my chest with her fork and scoffed, "So what if yours is just a little bigger than mine? Big deal?" Guests whispered to each other, clearly enjoying the show. "Smooth and big. I wonder what it feels like." "He's basically marrying a cow." I shivered and hugged myself tight, barely covering what needed to be covered. My mom, a doctor, held Lily's hand with worry. "Your depression isn't fully healed yet. Why are you acting up again? Come on, let's go rest." My wealthy dad yanked a grease-stained tablecloth off the table and draped it over me. He said, "Lily and Mr. Foster grew up together. If you hadn't come back, Lily wouldn't have felt so insecure that she developed depression. The one marrying Mr. Foster should have been her. "You're lucky enough to have this chance, so stop acting so hurt. As an elder sister, you should give your little sister whatever she wants." I bit my lip until it bled. When the four of them finally left, I pulled my phone from my pocket and dialed. "I'm changing the groom. Meet me at City Hall in three days. Are you coming or not?" I asked.