My Sister Stole My Wedding Dress and Walked Down the Aisle With My Fiancé — But I Was Ready for Them

Three months before the wedding, a client meeting was canceled and I came home early from work.

Nick’s car was already in the driveway.

I smiled. He was supposed to be working late, and I thought maybe we’d have an unexpected evening together.

I slipped inside quietly and kicked off my heels.

Then I heard voices in the living room.

“Andrea still has no idea,” Lori said.

Nick snorted. “Of course she doesn’t. She trusts us completely.”

I froze.

Then Lori lowered her voice.

“So when are you actually dumping her, baby?”

Nick chuckled.

“Once the wedding day comes, we’ll handle it. By then she’ll have paid for everything, and you can just take her place. It’s perfect.”

My chest tightened.

Nick and Lori were talking about me like I was an idiot — like I was nothing more than a wallet in a white dress.

I backed away quietly, walked out of the house, and got into my car.

First I cried.

Then I got angry.

And then I started planning.

If they wanted to humiliate me, I wasn’t going to make it easy.