Betrayed by My Fiancé & Half‑Sister, My Twins Ruin Their Wedding

Five years later, at Manchester Airport, an elegant mother and her two children turned heads as they walked through the terminal. Passersby couldn’t help but stare—and a few looked twice.

Elsie Wilson wore a chic black-and-white pinstriped suit that skimmed her slim waist in that effortless, expensive way. Her arched brows and bold red lip paired perfectly with the wavy blonde hair falling over her shoulders, moving softly with every step. She looked beautiful. More than that—she looked untouchable.

Cesar Wilson, in his smart little suit and a bow tie knotted to perfection, wore an expression so serious it only made him cuter. Aurora Wilson, meanwhile, sat in her stroller in a pink dress, her chubby little feet swinging while she patted her empty tummy. Her big doe eyes were full of gentle complaint.

“Aurora’s hungry,” she announced, her rosy cheeks making the soft, adorable complaint even harder to resist.

“You just ate on the plane,” Cesar said, shooting his food-loving sister a slightly exasperated look. A second later, he pulled a dinner roll from his backpack and handed it to her. “Small bites.”

“Thanks, Cesar!” Aurora beamed, taking the roll in her chubby hands and starting to munch.

“Elsie! Cesar! Aurora!” Ophelia Jimenez waved like crazy from the arrivals area.

“Godmother!” Aurora spotted her and waved both little arms with pure joy. The roll slipped right out of its wrapper and plopped onto the floor.

Aurora froze. Her gaze bounced between the now-dirty roll and the empty wrapper in her hands, blinking in confusion. Then it hit her. Her lower lip trembled, and her big eyes welled up.

Cesar, quick as ever, fished another roll out of his bag and pressed it into his sister’s hands. “No tears. Just eat.”

“Oh… okay…” Aurora’s tears vanished as fast as they’d appeared. She started eating again, the earlier disaster already forgotten.

After Ophelia reunited with the mother and kids, she drove them to her place. “I can’t believe you’re actually back,” she teased. “I thought you were going to plant roots in the United States forever.”

Elsie smiled softly. “Head office named me design director of the branch here. Besides, Cesar and Aurora have been dying to visit their grandmother.”

Cesar and Aurora exchanged a look. They hadn’t been begging to visit a grandmother they couldn’t actually see—just a tombstone with a black-and-white photo. Their real goal was to find their father.

Their mom worked herself to the bone to raise them alone. They weren’t about to let her carry everything by herself.

As they drove into the city center, Ophelia noticed the giant billboard displaying wedding photos and scoffed. “I can’t believe those two actually made it to the altar. Guess the Palmers would rather have Alice Wilson as their daughter-in-law.”

“Who?” Elsie asked, confused, following Ophelia’s gaze.

When she saw the wedding photo of Stephen Palmer and Alice Wilson, her eyes went cold.

“I didn’t tell you earlier because I didn’t want to upset you while you were abroad with the kids,” Ophelia explained, glancing at Elsie with a sigh. “Your dad married Lila Dawson less than two weeks after your mom’s funeral. Just like that, she became your stepmother. And Alice? She changed her last name to Wilson. She’s actually your half-sister.”

Ophelia’s voice dripped with disdain, and she rolled her eyes. “Talk about betrayal. Lila was your mom’s best friend, and she stole your dad. Then Alice stole Stephen Palmer. Although—I heard your father was with Lila first.”

Elsie cut her off, her expression unreadable. “Their family’s business has nothing to do with me.” But her chest ached. The pain spread sharp and raw. Her father had rushed to marry someone else right after her mother died—was that love? And Alice, the root of it all, had somehow become her so-called sister. It was ironic. It was absurd.

In the back seat, Aurora kept munching her roll with total concentration while Cesar’s dark eyes narrowed slightly at Ophelia’s words.

That evening, while Elsie worked in the study, Cesar sought out Ophelia and asked about their grandfather, Lila Dawson, and Alice Wilson. Over the years, their mom had never mentioned them—only their grandmother.

Ophelia vented her anger, recounting the sordid tale. “Your mom is too good. If it were me? I’d have torn those women apart. They’re shameless.”

“Who’s shameless?” Aurora appeared in the doorway with a lollipop in her mouth, tilting her little head curiously.

Cesar moved fast, pulling her inside and shooting a wary glance toward the study. “Shh. If Mom sees that, no more lollipops for you.”

Aurora’s eyes widened, and she immediately covered her mouth with both tiny hands.

“When is their wedding?” Cesar asked, his little face dead serious as he looked at Ophelia.

“Tomorrow,” Ophelia replied, arching an eyebrow with curiosity. “What are you planning?”

“I’ll tell you when I figure it out.” Cesar thought for a moment, then led Aurora back to the guest room. He opened his laptop and accessed a secret webpage.

[Dig up everything on Lila Dawson and Alice Wilson in the city.]

In no time, the chat interface started buzzing with replies.

[Got it, boss.]

[You’re back in town, boss?]

[Awesome! We’re in the city too. When can we meet? We’ve been following you for over a year, and you’ve never shown your face—not even once on video calls! Let us see what our boss looks like!]

Cesar’s expression didn’t change. If these grown adults ever found out their boss was a five-year-old kid, they might actually try to spank him.

[Just get me the info. I want an email by midnight.]

With that, Cesar signed off. His chat pals dropped the jokes and got to work.

Half an hour later, an email landed in Cesar’s hidden inbox. He read it, his dark eyes deepening slightly, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. His mother might be gentle, but her son? Not to be underestimated.

Having stayed up late working on a design, Elsie woke around eleven a.m. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and noticed the silence. No Cesar. No Aurora. She called their names. Nothing.

Concern turned to panic when she found the house empty, the children nowhere in sight. She called Ophelia in a panic and was relieved—sort of—to hear they were outside the wedding venue with her. But the relief didn’t last. If they were spotted, or worse, bullied, she wanted them home. Now.

“The show’s about to start—why would we leave now?” Ophelia shot back, sounding way too excited before hanging up.

Elsie stared at the dial tone, then dressed fast and headed for the wedding venue, her stomach tight with dread.