At My Wedding The Ring Fit My Sister Chapter 04
Three days later. The day of the wedding.
I sat before the mirror, watching my mother arrange my veil with her own hands.
Her expression was tender, loving. Not a trace of anything wrong.
As if she weren’t the woman who’d told me to step aside for my sister in the next life.
I spoke up. “Mom, do you think I’ll be happy?”
My mother’s hands stiffened for just a moment.
“Clara, you’re about to marry the man you love most. How could you not be happy?”
“Think about your sister…”
She stopped herself abruptly.
If I hadn’t known the truth, I might have assumed she meant Vivian’s unhappy marriage.
But now I understood perfectly.
What she meant was: I had stolen Vivian’s happiness.
I had taken Vivian’s man.
My parents had always favored Vivian. I knew that.
In the Moretti household, the firstborn daughter was always the pride, the face, the daughter Father could bring into family meetings.
I was just the extra one.
I just never imagined they could be biased to this degree.
Helping their eldest steal their youngest daughter’s fiance.
Without a shred of guilt.
Even believing, in reverse, that I was the one who’d stolen Vivian’s happiness.
“You’re right.”
I sighed softly.
“I’m about to marry the man I love most. But tell me—does he love me just the same?”
“Mom.” I tilted my face up to look at her. “Do you love me the way I love you?”
My mother froze.
In that instant, I clearly saw the flash of panic in her eyes.
But she recovered quickly.
“Of course.”
Her smile was gentle, flawless.
“In this world, of course Mommy loves you most.”
“It’s just that your sister isn’t as lucky as you. I can’t help doting on her a little more.”
My heart went completely cold.
They watched me walk toward a man who’d betrayed me, conspired with everyone to hide it, deceived me—and called me the lucky one.
Meanwhile, Vivian had already registered with Adrian. She was already his legal wife.
She was kept hidden to avoid gossip, unable to stand openly before anyone—and that made her the unlucky one.
“Clara.”
My mother’s tone was unreadable.
“Mommy needs to remind you—you can’t have everything in this world. No marriage is perfect.”
“Sometimes being content, not being too greedy—that’s its own kind of happiness. You understand?”
Was this really a mother’s advice to her daughter?
No. She was telling me that even if I discovered something later, I shouldn’t make a fuss.
I lowered my head, hiding the ice in my expression.
“I understand.”
My mother nodded with satisfaction and stood to go greet the guests.
The moment the door closed, I slowly opened the drawer.
Inside lay a black USB drive.
I closed my fist around it.