My sister ran away to avoid her wedding, and my parents forced me to wear the wedding dress and marry a billionaire CEO in her place. When I lifted the veil, he knew I wasn’t the original bride, yet calmly said, “The wedding continues.” Everyone laughed at me for being a stand-in, waiting for me to be kicked out. That was until my runaway sister made a dramatic return, holding the marriage contract to chase me away — he announced to everyone, “I never chose the wrong bride; the ones who were wrong were those who treated her as a substitute.”
