“You were meant for her! You were supposed to be mine!” my own sister exclaims.
“Lana, don’t exaggerate. For us, you and me, nothing will change,” my fiancé answers.
“Maybe we should cancel your wedding?” she asks.
“There won’t be a wedding!” I say, bursting into the room.
“Consider it— I canceled it myself,” I spit out those words as if they’re poison.
“Our fathers won’t let you do that,” Pavel growls as he fastens his belt.
My fiancé and my sister gave me a gift the day before the wedding—they betrayed me. Fleeing from them, I got into an accident, and now I’m facing a psychiatric ward. My fiancé will do everything to make this wedding happen, and I need to somehow avoid this hated marriage.