From childhood, my parents favored Julia, my older sister, leaving me invisible. Birthdays, outings, everything revolved around her. When her popularity faded, Julia turned cruel—accusing me of theft, lying to our parents, and spreading rumors. They always took her side, isolating me. But I refused to break. I worked hard and earned a full scholarship out of state, finally escaping.

College brought a fresh start—and Daniel, who saw me for who I was. When he proposed, we planned a simple wedding. Then my parents offered money—but only if Julia walked the aisle first, like a bride. I wanted to scream, but Daniel said, “Let them. Trust me.”

On the day, Julia arrived late, dressed to steal the show, but security barred her—she wasn’t invited. She raged outside while I walked down the aisle, heart full, Daniel waiting with a smile. Her tantrum went viral, exposing my parents’ games.

When Julia sent hateful threats, Daniel revealed her lies in the family chat. Then we turned off our phones and left for Bali, hand in hand—free.

I didn’t get the parents I deserved, but I got the partner I needed. Together, we reclaimed my story with love and justice.