So this was who I'd been all along in the eyes of the man I'd loved for eight years.

We went from school uniforms to wedding gowns. I truly believed we'd be happy forever.

But everything changed the day Marilyn was found and brought home.

My parents, who once cherished me like the apple of their eye, started telling me to give way to my sister in everything.

They said she'd suffered so much during all those years she was lost.

Harrison, whose gaze used to orbit around me alone, began glancing her way more and more.

He'd toss out little comments: "Your sister is so much more innocent than you."

And maybe she was. I'd spent those years building a company, closing deals, single-handedly pulling my family into the upper echelons of the capital's society.

I'd seen too many mind games, too many schemes, too many transactions dressed up as relationships.

I wasn't innocent anymore. I weighed every cost and benefit. I kept score. I cared about winning and losing.

Compared to Marilyn, who called herself a "curious little darling" and played sweet and naive, I wasn't exactly endearing.

So I swallowed the explanation sitting on the tip of my tongue, pulled out the freshly issued marriage certificate, and tore it to pieces right in front of Harrison's face.

"If that's how it is, then today's wedding is off."

The sound of ripping paper cut through the silence.

As the certificate split in two, something complicated passed across Harrison's face.

I pulled the ring off my finger and threw it into his chest.

"Harrison Weiss, from today on, you and I are done. Completely."

Harrison clutched the ring and said nothing.

Greta let out a cold laugh:

"Anyone watching would think you were some kind of virtuous martyr!"

"Get this straight. You're the one who cheated on my son. If anyone's calling off this wedding, it's him, not you!"

"A tramp who's had eight abortions, dumped by my son for what she is. Who else would ever want you?"

"The betrothal gift? The property deed? The jewelry? Hand it all back. Every last piece!"

All of that was with my parents.

They rushed forward immediately:

"In-laws, how about you take a look at our younger daughter?"

My mother shoved Marilyn right in front of Greta.

"Sandra is dead to us. We'll disown her from the Cobb family today."

"But our younger daughter Marilyn is not only beautiful, she's sweet and innocent. She's a perfect match for your Harrison!"