I (27F) have a twin sister, “Martha.” We’ve always been close, but very different. I’ve been with my fiancĂ© for four years, and we got engaged last year. I have a solid job and was covering wedding costs myself as he was unemployed at the time. At first, Martha acted… off. I figured she didn’t know how to handle the fact that I was getting married first. But after a few weird months, she seemed to settle into the supportive-sister role. Helping with vendors, showing up for fittings, acting excited. I really thought things were okay. I was so relieved that she seemed to be happy for me, and I was genuinely starting to look forward to sharing this special time with her. We planned a few girls’ days out, talked about the bachelorette, the whole shebang. Honestly, for a while there, I was convinced that our bond was stronger than ever, that this wedding would actually bring us even closer. We even had some very deep heart-to-heart chats about the future, and she was just brimming with all the excitement you’d expect from a sister. I went into the wedding prep feeling so incredibly supported. [ “I WAS WRONG.” ]
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Until the wedding day. She shows up in **a white wedding dress**. Almost identical to mine. People literally started confusing us (mind you, we’re twins wearing white dresses!). Some guests even congratulated her! I was furious, but I didn’t want to cause a scene on my big day. Honestly, I was trying to tell myself I was seeing things wrong. *Maybe* it was just a fancy white dress and not *actually* a wedding dress. I tried to brush it off. [ “I WAS IN DENIAL.” ]
Then I noticed something else. There were people in the crowd I didn’t recognize. Turns out, they were Martha’s friends. People I’d never met, let alone invited. She just shrugged and said she “figured it wouldn’t hurt” to bring a few extras. I tried so hard to shake it off, kept telling myself, Focus on your fiancĂ©. Focus on your wedding. But as the ceremony started… everything shattered. I was already so on edge, but I knew I could get through it.
Imagine that: I’m walking down the aisle, the music is playing, my dad is beaming with pride, and I’m trying my hardest to focus on my fiancĂ© waiting for me at the altar. I locked eyes with him, took a deep breath, and smiled. But as I got closer, I saw… **Martha was standing next to him!**
She was holding his hand and wearing **a veil**! My fiancĂ© looked just as shocked as I was, but before anyone could react, Martha started reciting vows. *My* vows. The ones I had poured my heart and soul into. [ “SHE TRIED TO MARRY MY FIANCÉ!” ]
The audacity. The betrayal. I couldn’t take it anymore. I screamed, [ “WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!” ] The whole place went silent. Martha just looked at me with this smug look on her face and said, “He’s always loved me more.” I lost it. I charged at her, and let’s just say, there was a **huge scene**. The wedding was obviously canceled, and I haven’t spoken to Martha or my ex-fiancĂ© since. I am now trying to pick up the pieces of my life. [ “I FEEL SO BETRAYED AND HEARTBROKEN.” ]
