Always the Sister, Never the Bride
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I sat alone at our engagement dinner, having waited for eight long hours.
When my phone finally buzzed, Jasper sounded rushed.
"Lira? I'm so sorry. Things went sideways on my end. Your parents didn't stick around, did they?"
I stared at the melted ice in the champagne bucket.
"No," I said, my voice hollow.
He sighed. "Let's push it to next week, alright? I'll call your parents tomorrow and explain."
He hung up before I could answer.
Seconds later, an Instagram story from a mutual friend lit up my screen: [Elara's 25th! 25 gifts for our girl!]
I watched the video flash through designer bags, Cartier bracelets, and Porsche keys.
Then came the grand finale: Jasper striding across a tarmac in Aspen. The caption read: [Gift #25: The man himself!]
While I waited in an empty banquet hall, my fiancé had flown two states away for his foster sister's birthday.
Then, an iMessage from Elara popped up: [Jasper just can't say no to me. Are you sure you want to tie yourself to a man who will always put you second?]
I didn't cry, and I didn't demand an explanation. Ten years of loving Jasper Boone finally snapped.
I opened his text thread and typed a single response:
[Don't bother rescheduling. We're done.]
When my phone finally buzzed, Jasper sounded rushed.
"Lira? I'm so sorry. Things went sideways on my end. Your parents didn't stick around, did they?"
I stared at the melted ice in the champagne bucket.
"No," I said, my voice hollow.
He sighed. "Let's push it to next week, alright? I'll call your parents tomorrow and explain."
He hung up before I could answer.
Seconds later, an Instagram story from a mutual friend lit up my screen: [Elara's 25th! 25 gifts for our girl!]
I watched the video flash through designer bags, Cartier bracelets, and Porsche keys.
Then came the grand finale: Jasper striding across a tarmac in Aspen. The caption read: [Gift #25: The man himself!]
While I waited in an empty banquet hall, my fiancé had flown two states away for his foster sister's birthday.
Then, an iMessage from Elara popped up: [Jasper just can't say no to me. Are you sure you want to tie yourself to a man who will always put you second?]
I didn't cry, and I didn't demand an explanation. Ten years of loving Jasper Boone finally snapped.
I opened his text thread and typed a single response:
[Don't bother rescheduling. We're done.]


















































