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

“You girls look perfect,” she said with a smile that didn’t quite meet her eyes.

Maya looked at me, then nodded.

I wore the navy suit my mom had helped me pick out last fall. It still held the faint scent of her perfume. Lily stood on my right, holding a small bouquet she’d made from wildflowers she picked outside the hotel.

Maya stood on my left, holding a pink glitter pen tightly.

Jenna clinked her glass, lifted the mic, and beamed at the crowd.

“Thank you all for coming! Tonight, we’re celebrating love, family, and —”

I stepped forward and gently placed a hand on her shoulder.

“Actually, babe, I’ll take it from here.”

My fiancée’s smile faltered just a beat, but she handed me the mic without a word.

I reached into my jacket and pulled out a small black remote.

“Everyone,” I said, turning to face them all. “We’re not just here to celebrate a wedding. We’re here to reveal who we really are.”

Behind us, the projector flickered to life.

I clicked the first file, and the screen behind us came to life.

“Tuesday Afternoon — Kitchen Camera” read the corner timestamp. The footage was grainy, black and white, but the audio came through perfectly.

Jenna’s voice filled the hall, casual and cruel.

“The house? The insurance money? It should be for us! I just need James to wake up and smell the coffee… and put my name on the deed. And after that, I don’t really care what happens to those girls. I’ll make their lives miserable until he gives in. And then this naïve man will think it was his idea all along.”