My fiancé’s childhood bestie claims she hates men and only loves girls. At our engagement party, she got drunk and tackled me into a hug: "My sweet, soft, beautiful sister... why are you letting a pig ruin you?" Her voice was sugary, tinged with tears, refusing to let go. The groomsmen laughed. Even Ethan tried to pull her off helplessly: "This is my fiancée, Chloe. Go hug someone else if you're that desperate." But she held me tighter, looking up with innocent eyes: "Don't worry, beautiful sister. I tested the goods for you." "Ethan is well-endowed. You guys will be very 'harmonious' after marriage." Chapter 1 The noisy VIP room fell dead silent. Ethan reacted first, yanking her arm: "Chloe! What nonsense are you spouting?" Though his face was dark, his tone was as gentle as coaxing a child. Chloe stumbled, wrapping an arm around his shoulder, whining: "I'm not spouting nonsense! Didn't we see everything at the bachelor party yesterday?" She looked at me with wide, innocent eyes: "Beautiful sister, I did it for you! What if he looks good but is useless in bed? Wouldn't that be a loss?" "Chloe!" Ethan looked embarrassed. "Shut up!" He looked at me, forcing a smile: "Yesterday we played Truth or Dare. We were drunk, just messing around!" Chloe burst out laughing, poking his chest: "Oh? Who was bragging to Daddy about his eight inches yesterday? You stinky men are dirty even when you joke." Laughter exploded in the room. Someone whistled. I bit the inside of my cheek until I tasted blood, barely maintaining a calm face. "Enough!" My best friend, Zoe, stood up. Her chair screeched against the floor. "Chloe, do you have no shame saying this in public?" Chloe shivered, let go of Ethan, and buried her face in my chest: "Why is Zoe so mean... If it wasn't for my beautiful sister, who would want to look at that disgusting thing?" She looked up, eyes red: "Beautiful sister, are you mad? I was just... afraid you wouldn't be happy..." Seeing I didn't speak, Ethan frowned: "Stella, Chloe grew up with me. I treat her like one of the boys!" "Don't pull a long face. You're scaring her." His frat bros chimed in: "Stella is always generous. Why be petty today?" "If they had something going on, they'd be together already. You know that." "Exactly. Stella loves Ethan so much, she wouldn't get mad over this." Amidst the mockery, only Zach, sitting in the corner, didn't smile. He held his drink, watching me quietly. I took a deep breath and suddenly smiled, patting Chloe's back: "Silly girl, why would I be mad at you?" Chloe stiffened. I looked at Ethan, my eyes filled with appropriate shyness: "If Ethan can discuss these things so openly with you, it proves he really sees you as a brother." "In that case, why would I overthink it?" Ethan visibly relaxed, his gaze softening: "Stella, I knew you were the most sensible..." Zoe glared at me, disappointed, kicked a bottle off the table, and stormed out. The atmosphere got awkward. I smiled faintly: "Zoe has a temper. I'll go talk to her." At the end of the hallway, Zoe was smoking in the shadows. Hearing my footsteps, her hand trembled: "Stella, has loving a man eaten your brain?" "Can't you hear Chloe marking her territory?" Chapter 2 Of course I heard it. Not only did I hear it, but I also knew her goal. After all, Ethan's five previous girlfriends were all chased away by this "girls' girl," Chloe. I used to think she really liked girls. But I slowly noticed. She would steal Ethan's boba tea under the guise of "sharing a drink with beautiful sister." She would push Ethan away from me countless times, claiming she "needed to cuddle with beautiful sister." And on every trip, she forced herself between Ethan and me in bed: "Stinky man, don't you dare taint my beautiful sister." Growing up in a wealthy family, how could I not see the smoke signals of war? Zoe was even more furious: "You know and you still tolerate it? Do you really love Ethan that much, like they say?" I looked out the window at the dark night. I had loved Ethan for ten years. When I found out we were engaged, I was too excited to sleep... But even the hottest love cools down under buckets of ice water. "The Sterlings need my family's shipping lines. My family needs their real estate channels." "Even if I cancel the engagement, I have to make sure the Sterlings can't say a word." Zoe looked at me for a moment, then laughed: "I knew you weren't a doormat. What's the plan? I'm in." Just then, Chloe poked her head out of the room: "Beautiful sister, why aren't you back? I miss you..." She dragged me back in. The group started drinking again. Ethan's eyes were full of satisfaction at my "obedience." Chloe squeezed next to me, her hand naturally sliding onto my leg: "Sister, your skin is so good. Smooth and tender. How do you maintain it?" Before I could react, she flipped my skirt up. My thighs were exposed. The room erupted in hoots: "Whoa! Sister-in-law's legs... amazing!" "Chloe, how does it feel?" I shook her hand off and covered my skirt. Ethan saw it too. He laughed: "Chloe, stop messing around." His light words made Zoe stand up again. I stopped her, shaking my head slightly. I turned and held Chloe's hand, smiling warmly: "You like it, Chloe? It's all money. My monthly spa treatments cost thirty grand." "If you like it, I'll buy you a membership. Look at your hands, so rough. How will boys like you?" Chloe's brow twitched. She forced a smile: "I don't want stinky men around me. I just like beautiful sister..." "But I have Ethan," I tilted my head, smiling sweetly. "I maintain myself for Ethan. As for others..." I looked at Ethan with grievance: "I don't want to show others..." Before I finished, a suit jacket covered my head. Ethan wrapped me up tight, his voice carrying a rare scolding tone: "Chloe, that was too much!" Buried in Ethan's jacket, I watched Chloe's face turn green with amusement. A faint laugh came from the dark corner. When the party ended, it was 1 AM. Chloe hung onto me drunkenly, clingy: "I don't want to separate from beautiful sister..." Seeing she was wasted, Ethan complained but naturally put his arm around her waist. "Alright, stop it. I'll take you home first." Chloe, who was clinging to me like an octopus, let go instantly and climbed into the passenger seat like a pro. The back seat was full of gym bags. No room to sit. Ethan gently wiped drool from Chloe's mouth and started the car: "Stella, wait for me. I'll drop her off and come back for you." Engine roared. Tail lights vanished into the night. I squatted on the steps. The night wind was cold on my knees. Before the party, he said in the room: "I'm not drinking tonight. I need to drive Stella." But there was never a seat for me in his car. An SUV pulled up. Zoe waved from the passenger seat: "Stella, get in! My brother will drive you." Zoe cursed the whole way. From Chloe to Ethan to his stupid friends. Zach drove quietly, occasionally glancing at me in the rearview mirror. Before getting out, I looked at Zach: "Zach, can you help me investigate something?" Before sleeping, Chloe posted on Instagram. [Taught the pig who wants to ruin my beautiful sister a lesson today! Since he apologized, I'll forgive him for now! Girls, men need to be disciplined!] In the photo, she was twisting Ethan's ear, pressing her body against his. Both wore hotel bathrobes, collars wide open. I liked the post and buried myself in darkness. Chapter 3 Ethan didn't contact me all night. Until noon the next day, he texted: "Stella, 3 PM. Appointment with the wedding dress designer. Let's look at styles." No mention of last night. No mention of Chloe. As if nothing happened. I waited at the bridal shop for 40 minutes. Familiar laughter came from the door. Ethan and Chloe walked in, chasing each other. The staff greeted them with standard smiles: "The couple has such a good relationship." Chloe giggled, wrapping her arms around Ethan's neck and pinching his inner thigh: "No way! He stole my wife! I hate him!" The staff's smile froze. Ethan finally looked at me, hand still on Chloe's waist: "Stella, have you been waiting long?" "It's this brat's fault. She wanted to fight me before we left, blaming me for stealing her precious sister..." Chloe pinched his chest and ran over to hug me: "Beautiful sister! I'll help you pick a dress. I guarantee you'll be the most beautiful bride!" The designer brought out a rack of dresses. Heavy lace, vintage satin, light tulle. Each one cost a fortune. I tried the first one. A strapless mermaid gown. The cut highlighted my waist perfectly. But Chloe circled me, gesturing vaguely at my waist: "Oh no, this makes you look fat. Sister's waist isn't tiny enough. You look like a bucket." Second one. Vintage V-neck. Elegant. "Sister's face is too plain. This looks like a nun's habit. Too depressing. No good." Third one. Huge train, heavy crystals. "Pfft. Sister is so short. Wearing this, she looks like a mop..." Ethan laughed helplessly: "Nothing looks good. Only you look good, right?" Chloe's eyes lit up: "Can I try?" She didn't wait for an answer and pointed at the mermaid dress I just took off: "That one. In my size." Five minutes later, she walked out in the dress. She was curvier than me. The mermaid dress hugged her tightly, her chest almost exploding out. Ethan's gaze was fixed on her. Chloe thrust her chest out, raising an eyebrow: "See? Daddy has the goods." Then she grabbed me and took a million selfies, blinding me with the flash. "We beauties need to stick together. Don't let stinky men have the fun." After the photos, she suddenly hooked her arm around Ethan's neck, whining: "I want to wear a wedding dress too! I want to stand on stage and marry beautiful sister with you!" Ethan laughed, pinching her nose: "Nonsense!" Chloe shook his arm: "You stole my beautiful sister. Let me walk down the aisle with her too. Comfort Daddy, okay?" I gripped my hem, waiting for Ethan's choice. I knew the answer, but I stubbornly waited for the axe to fall. Sure enough, Ethan looked at me with that gaze. Seemingly asking, but actually expecting. Expecting me to be "sensible" again. "Stella, everyone knows we are getting married. The clothes don't matter that much. How about..." The last bit of warmth in my heart turned to ice. I smiled calmly: "Sure. As long as you're happy, Ethan." A wedding with two brides. That's going to be a show. Chapter 4 On the wedding day, the scene was bizarre. Zoe (bridesmaid) and I stood on one side of the hotel entrance. On the other side, Chloe, wearing the same wedding dress as me, clung to Ethan in his suit. Guests looked awkward. They held red envelopes, not knowing who to give them to. Chloe stepped forward and snatched them, eyes curving: "Can't tire out my beautiful wifey today. I'll handle everything." She acted like the hostess naturally. Like she was the real bride. Some elders looked disgusted and hurried inside. Ethan's frat bros surrounded them, laughing: "Wow, two brides! Ethan, you're a legend!" "Chloe looks amazing today! Outshines everyone!" "Stella, don't hide tonight during the prank session. We prepared some big ones." Chloe blocked me, glaring at them coquettishly: "Come at me and Ethan if you want to prank. Don't bully my beautiful wifey." "Ooh, is Chloe going to the bridal chamber for Stella too?" Whistles blew. Ethan laughed and shooed them in: "Stella is thin-skinned. Chloe is afraid she won't have fun..." Zoe clenched her fists, teeth grinding. Zach, walking last, handed me a thick red envelope and whispered: "Are you sure?" "Yes." He looked at me deeply and nodded. "Okay. Everything is arranged." The wedding cost millions. Luxury everywhere. But there was no envy on the guests' faces. Only shock. Because two brides walked down the red carpet. "They say the Summer daughter is crazy in love. She tolerates too much." "Never seen a doormat like this." "If my daughter acted this pathetic, I'd break her legs..." Chloe squeezed past me and stood on Ethan's right. The bride's spot. I silently stood on the left. The audience booed softly. The MC was sweating, stumbling over his lines. He practically begged Chloe: "Now, maid of honor, please present the rings!" But Chloe snatched the mic, smiling sweetly at me: "Beautiful wifey, rings are too tacky. I have a better gift." She held up a huge gift box. Filled with pills. "These are the best long-term birth control pills. My beautiful wifey shouldn't sacrifice her figure and beauty to give birth for a stinky man." "These pills symbolize freedom. Better than a ring that binds you forever. Am I thoughtful?" Gasps filled the hall. Ethan's face changed. Anger in his voice: "Chloe, get down!" Chloe's eyes reddened instantly. She hugged me, looking wronged: "Beautiful sister... I really want the best for you..." I lowered my eyes, glancing at the pills. Then looked up slowly: "Forget it. It's a big day. Chloe just wants me to stay pretty for you." "I accept the thought. Someone put these away." My generosity relaxed Ethan's tense face. He hugged me emotionally: "Stella, don't worry. No matter what, I only love you." Surprise flashed across Chloe's face, then turned into a scornful smile. She pushed Ethan away and rubbed her head on my shoulder: "I knew beautiful wifey wouldn't be mad. Ethan and I prepared a love photo montage for you." "After you watch it, I'll go down obediently, okay?" Without waiting for an answer, she clicked the remote. Soft wedding music played. Photos slid across the big screen. All of her and Ethan. From childhood funny faces to teenage arms around shoulders. From fighting over food to wrestling. And the selfie of their heads touching in the bridal shop... My figure was either a blurry background or cropped in half. It was clear who the protagonist of this love story was. Whispers grew louder. Chloe held my arm, smiling sweetly: "Look, wifey. Ethan was so silly back then..." Before she finished, new photos popped up on the screen. Her bragging stuck in her throat.
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