My Terminally Ill Sister Stole My Wedding Novel – They say marriage is the grave of love; being buried in it is way better than being left to rot in the wilderness. After more than two months of hard work, I finally finished sewing my wedding dress with my own hands. In the light, it gleamed white and elegant, radiating beauty. I imagined myself walking towards my beloved man in the wedding dress in just a few days and couldn’t help but smile in my dreams.
From the age of nineteen to twenty-five, for six years, my love was finally about to be “buried.” But unexpectedly, when I woke up, all that beauty came to a sudden end, turning into a mirage. “Miss.Garcia, Mr.Lewis came to the design studio this morning and took the wedding dress. Did he take it home?” my assistant, Miss.Parker, called, questioning me with confusion. I had just woken up, my mind still in a fog.
I replied in disbelief, “Ryan took my wedding dress?” “Yes, didn’t you know?” “Hmm, I’ll ask him.” After hanging up, my thoughts became a bit clearer, but I still couldn’t understand why Ryan Lewis would take the wedding dress so early in the morning. My home was filled with wedding supplies—there was no room for the dress. I intended to get it back the day before the wedding. When I called, nobody picked up.
Just as I was about to call again, Ryan Lewis called me back. “Ryan, did you take the wedding dress?” I got straight to the point. “Yes,” he admitted, his voice weary and hoarse. I frowned with concern and asked, “What’s wrong? Are you sick?” Ryan Lewis paused and, in a calm and indifferent tone, said, “Flora, let’s cancel our wedding.” My ears buzzed, and my mind went blank. “Why?” “Sophia has been diagnosed with terminal cancer. The doctor said she has at most three months to live.” My shock intensified.
For a brief moment, I felt as if God had finally rewarded me, finally ready to take this hateful woman away. “What does that have to do with our wedding?” “Sophia’s last wish is to marry me, so she can die without regrets.” After saying this, Ryan Lewis immediately added before I could respond, “I know this request might be a bit much, but she’s about to die—can you show her some compassion?” I gaped in disbelief, feeling I had just heard the most absurd joke in the world. After a while, I couldn’t help but ask incredulously, “Ryan Lewis, do you even know what you’re saying?” Ryan Lewis’s tone was firm: “I’m very clear. Flora, I want to marry Sophia to fulfill her last wish.
I know this isn’t fair to you, but as compensation, I’m willing to transfer 50% of the company’s shares to you. Please think about it.” I felt numb all over and stiffly asked, “What if I don’t agree?” Ryan Lewis was visibly impatient: “Flora, can you please be a bit kinder? Sophia is your sister; she’s dying! It’s such a small wish, and you can’t even fulfill it?” What kind of logic was this? I couldn’t help but mock, “Since you love her so much, are you planning to commit suicide and die with her when she’s gone?” “You—” Ryan Lewis was momentarily speechless. After a brief silence, he changed his tone, “Anyway, I took the wedding dress to the hospital.
Sophia Garcia has a similar figure as yours; it will be perfect for her.” Before he could finish, a familiar voice came through in the background: “Ryan, Sophia is awake!” “Okay, I’ll be right there,” Ryan Lewis said, clearly anxious. “Flora, I hope you can give me a reply soon.” Before I could respond, he hung up. The voice that called him was obviously from my dad’s current wife, Lila Garcia—my stepmother and Sophia Garcia’s mother.