I’m Marina, 29, Anya’s older sister — once the “perfect example” until Anya was born and stole all the attention. I faded into the background, quiet and overlooked.
When I got invited to her wedding, I didn’t want to go. But Mom insisted, “You’re family.”
At the wedding, Anya smiled while walking with Alexey — the man I once loved. We were together for years until he disappeared, only to reappear with her.
During the ceremony, Alexey shocked everyone by revealing the truth: Anya lied about being pregnant to break us apart. He admitted he still loved me and refused to marry her.
Anya fled. I stayed, crying — but from relief.
Alexey reached out gently. Slowly, we rebuilt what we lost.
Six months later, I found myself again — with a job, a published story, and Alexey by my side, proposing where we first kissed.
Life can hurt, but it also gives second chances.
I was forgotten once, but now I’m loved and free. No longer anyone’s shadow.
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