On Our Wedding Day, My Fiancé Married His True Love

"Can you believe it? The high-and-mighty Miss White is brought low like this. Bet she won't strut around so proud now."

"What kind of heiress ends up like her? Dumped by her fiancé and ditched by her brother. She's less than an orphan now."

"Haha, what a twist!"

The mockery drowned me.

I scanned the crowd for George and Kai. They were too busy comforting Lily to spare me a glance.

I didn't know how I made it home. For 20 years, I'd been showered with love but never acted entitled. I'd stop to pet stray dogs on the street.

I couldn't figure out what I'd done wrong. Overnight, the two people I loved the most betrayed and humiliated me.

Like a fallen angel, I was stripped of all love and glory.

George went all out, hyping up a party for Lily. He wanted to raise Lily's status and make her a star as Kai's wife.

Kai was thrilled, setting off fireworks to light up the night sky,

Headlines compared me to Lily, tearing me down. I became a stray dog in the eyes of the city.

A voice came, interrupting my thoughts. "Heading to the party? Why aren't you driving a car?"

A familiar SUV pulled up beside me. The window rolled down, and Rachel Miller popped her head out.

She added, "Oh, my bad. I forgot things are rough between you and your family."

Rachel was known as the brattiest heiress in our circle. But compared to Lily, she was a saint.

"Get in. I'll give you a lift," she said, swinging the door open and yanking me inside.

I didn't get a chance to refuse. The next thing I knew, I was in a makeup studio.

"Listen, I can't stand this adopted-sister drama," Rachel said. "You're the real White heiress. You've gotta show up drop-dead gorgeous and outshine that schemer. Quick, we're short on time. I've got a makeup artist to fix you up."

She plopped me into a chair.

A trembling girl stepped forward. Her pale face was adorned by tears.

"Skyler," Lily said softly.

At the same time, someone grabbed my sleeve. It was George.

"Is this how you talk about Lily behind her back?" he roared. "Is this how you act as a sister? I paid for your education for what? No wonder Lily's not fitting in. You've been discrediting her."

My dress was torn, and cold air hit my skin.

"When did I discredit her?" I shot back. "Are you illusional, or do you have an ear problem?"

I'd always had a fiery streak. George used to call it my spunk. Now he glared at me, grabbing a tissue to wipe his hand.

"There's a limit to how mad you can get," he sulked, tossing the tissue in the trash.

My heart sank at his disgust.

It was ironic. He had once promised me the world. Now he was standing against me, betraying me with everyone else.