My Sister's Dying Wish

My sister, Tiffany, had been the golden child her whole life, and even when she was dying, she still found a way to screw me over. At my wedding, no less, she announced she was already married to my fiancé, was pregnant with his kid, and then demanded I get a hysterectomy to guarantee I'd always be good to her child.

My "from school uniform to wedding dress" fairytale turned into a real-life dumpster fire thanks to my sister, Tiffany, who decided to crash my wedding in front of two hundred guests.

Wearing a white wedding gown – just like me – she strolled up to me, arm-in-arm with my fiancé, Jake, the guy who should've been standing by my side.

"Hey, Brittany, I'm pregnant with Jake's baby."

"We actually already got hitched. He's your brother-in-law now."

Tiffany dropped that bomb like it was nothing. She flashed a photo of the marriage certificate on the big screen, then handed me the actual document, just in case I didn't get the picture.

The screen showed them, all smiles, like they were the perfect couple.

The date on the certificate? Yesterday.

"Why?!" I managed to croak at Jake, my voice cracking a bunch of times.

Jake frowned, a flash of guilt in his eyes. He sighed, "Brittany, Tiffany only has a year left, okay?"

"This is her dying wish, to marry the man she loves, have his baby..."

"She's your sister, Brittany. You get it, right?"

And who was supposed to get me?

I looked at Jake's lying face, a laugh bubbling up inside.

It was tragic and hilarious all at once.

Tears streamed down my face as I screamed, "Get it? You think it's okay for my boyfriend to sleep with her? That she can steal my wedding?!"

My whole life, Tiffany was the favorite. She was a pro at taking everything that was mine.

My clothes. My toys. My friends.

When I met Jake, I actually thought I had something that was just for me, some love that was untouchable. Guess not.

"Tiffany, please, just get out of my wedding! Get out of my life!"

"That's enough, Brittany, don't be so harsh," Jake said, his eyes cold. "If it weren't for Tiffany, I wouldn't be with you in the first place."

"What the hell are you talking about?" I stared at him, completely floored.

"Brittany, I'm so sorry, please don't fight because of me," Tiffany said, suddenly crying. "I just want Mom and Dad to have something to look forward to after I'm gone. Marrying Jake was my last resort because I don't want my kid to be without a mom and a dad."

"If you can't handle it, I'll just die!"

With that, Tiffany ran towards the wall, ready to take a header.

The whole wedding venue gasped.

Just before Tiffany could smack into the wall, the DJ jumped in and pulled her back.

Everyone exhaled.

Jake shot me a dirty look and rushed to comfort her.

My parents did the same, hugging her, coddling her.

"Don't save me!" Tiffany sobbed. "Just let me die! I'm not gonna be around much longer anyway!"

"It's better than messing up Brittany's life! At least her life will be good and happy!"

And just like that, I was the villain agai...