He Chose My Fake Sister Over Me, Only to End Up a Penniless Beggar at My Feet

When I returned home with my daughter's ashes, Jordan was dining with Mallory and Christian at the table.

The three of them were having a pleasant meal, looking like a happy family.

Jordan glared at me as he saw me by myself, still clutching a box. "Didn't I tell you to bring her back with you?"

I remained silent. Jordan wouldn't believe anything I said anyway.

Better to save my words and wait until I am completely out of here.

I turned and went upstairs to find my ID.

The door opened. Mallory folded her arms, a smug smile evident on her face. "Roxanne, watching your own daughter die in front of you must feel so powerless, right?"

"Why did you do this?" I asked calmly.

At the same time, I glanced down at the phone recording I had already activated. Seeing "Recording in progress," I finally felt at ease.

Mallory smiled smugly. "Of course, it's because you got in the way. If you hadn't stolen this marriage from me back then, the current Mrs. Stanton would be me."

Suddenly, I remembered a news report I had seen a few days ago stating that Jordan and Mallory were a couple and their relationship had even progressed to marriage.

Neither of them had denied it.

At the time, I had approached Jordan, but he had impatiently replied, "It's just nonsense from some marketing accounts. Why bother paying attention to it?"

Meanwhile, when we were dating, any media reports about us would disappear within ten minutes.

Even after Jordan married me, he didn't publicly announce our marriage.

He said, "There's no need to make a big deal out of marriage. As long as our close friends know, that's enough."

So in the eyes of the public, Jordan was seen as a golden bachelor. But now, with Mallory by his side, he has become a "married man."

Mallory raised an eyebrow in disdain. "Of course, I can't stand you. Why should I exist just for you?"

"Just because I'm not a biological child of the Storm Family, does that mean I don't deserve a better husband?"

"What you have, I want too. If I can't get what you have, I'll take it by force. If I can't take it, I'll destroy it."

Listening to her near-mad speech, my heart was filled with mixed emotions.

When I was three years old, my parents gave me a little sister. Unfortunately, the baby suffocated and died due to the umbilical cord being wrapped around her neck.

My parents then took me to an orphanage to choose a little girl to be my sister. In the crowded room, I immediately spotted two-year-old Mallory in the corner.

From that moment on, the gears of fate began to turn.

Mallory's eyes flickered.

Thud!

Mallory covered her face and fell to the ground, sobbing. "Roxanne, I know you've never liked me. If you have any complaints, you can come to me. Don't go after Christian, okay?"

"If you don't like us staying here temporarily, I can take my son and leave."

"I just beg you not to target me anymore. You can make me do anything."

"Roxanne, how could you hit someone?" Jordan's angry voice rang out.

Mallory was now cowering in Jordan's arms, covering her reddened face and crying silently.

Jordan frowned in pain, his eyes filled with hatred as he looked at me. "Roxanne, apologize immediately!"

"I didn't hit her," I tried to explain.

Mallory interrupted me, sobbing weakly, "Jordan, my sister wants to teach Christian a lesson because he broke her daughter's toy."

"As a mother, I naturally don't want to see my child harmed, so I came to beg my sister."