On My Wedding Night, My Husband Slept with My Sister
I have a twin sister.
She’s tall, slender, and stunning.
I’m short, a little chubby, and, well, plain.
I was born one minute before her. I spent my entire life stepping aside for her.
Until my wedding night, when I saw my groom pressing down on my sister,
And heard her soft, breathless moans, as my sister flashed me a triumphant smile…
I jumped to my death.
Reborn, I found myself back at that moment, seeing my sister and my fiancé tangled together. This time, I calmly pulled out my phone and started recording.
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In my past life, whenever we had a family dinner, my parents would always scoop all the meat onto Tiffany’s plate.
I’d be left with just a few leafy greens.
Every time Tiffany claimed she had a stomachache, she’d come back from the ‘doctor’s
visit‘ sporting a brand–new outfit.
Meanwhile, I was stuck wearing her old, unwanted clothes.
At first, I felt hurt, upset that Mom and Dad were so unfair.
But they always told me, “We’re the twins everyone envies in the neighborhood.
As the older sister, born a minute earlier, you should always make allowances for Tiffany.”
Slowly, I just got used to it.
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But then came college applications. Despite my excellent grades, Mom and Dad meddled
with my applications,
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Forcing me into a teaching college tuition–free and with a living stipend.
Tiffany, who always barely passed, went into expensive prep courses for another shot at college, then got into film school after another year.
I was resentful, but I thought I could just work hard, get into grad school, and reapply for the major I actually wanted.
But when Tiffany was just a sophomore in college, she decided she wanted plastic surgery. Mom cried, begging me, her older sister, for help.
My heart just melted, and I ended up working part–time while studying. A year later, I handed over $10,000 I’d saved up from my jobs to Tiffany.
I had no idea that $10,000 was just the warm–up act.
Tiffany dropped out of college before graduating, after hooking up with some rich socialite’s son and ending up pregnant.
I, who should have been studying for my grad school entrance exams, was called in by Mom and Dad to basically be her personal servant – cooking, cleaning, and catering to her every whim.
By the time Tiffany had ‘recovered, I had missed out on precious study time.
Finally, I scraped through my undergrad degree, thinking I was finally free.
But then Tiffany, who’d managed to worm her way into the entertainment industry, announced she needed a car, saying it was too inconvenient for traveling to film sets.
Mom and Dad had limited savings, so they came to me again.
I had just started working and was living in a tiny, dingy apartment in a sketchy part of the city. I truly had no money to give.
Just as I was about to complain, my mom sat on the floor and started wailing, “You two
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shared a placenta… Tiffany barely made it, she’s been frail since birth. How could you be so cold, Audrey? Your sister practically sacrificed her life for you, and you’re going to haggle
over a few dollars?”
I’d been “educated” this way for years.
And Tiffany was genuinely sickly as a child.
That familiar wave of guilt washed over me again.
So I gritted my teeth and took out a loan for a brand new luxury car worth $150,000, just
so Tiffany could make a ‘statement!‘
On top of my main job, I picked up a night shift part–time gig and spent my weekends cleaning bathrooms for strangers.
