I Became Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died — My Fiancée Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said. “That’s the right thing.”

“And maybe we shouldn’t wait. Let’s get married.”

She was ecstatic.

The wedding was big. Everyone came.

At the reception, Jenna took the mic.

“Tonight, we’re celebrating love—”

I stopped her.

“We’re here to reveal who we really are.”

I clicked the remote.

The video played. Her voice filled the room, cruel and clear.

Gasps spread through the crowd.

“This isn’t a joke,” I said. “This is who she really is.”

Jenna tried to deny it.

“I heard everything,” I said.

Security escorted her out.

Days later, I filed a restraining order.

A week later, I officially adopted my sisters.

That night, we made dinner together. We lit a candle for Mom.