Switch of Fate

When my fiancé slept with my sister, Lily, I wasn’t angry. In fact, I even gave them my blessing.

In our previous life, Lily and I got married on the same day.

While I married a college graduate, she married the richest man in town.

After graduation, my husband worked for the government and steadily rose to the top. Her husband, however, divorced her after becoming the richest man in the country and married someone else.

Lily remarried a blue-collar worker, but when layoffs hit, he forced her to sell herself to support the family.

She contracted a disease. Then, when I went to visit her, she poisoned me out of jealousy.

When I opened my eyes again, we were back on the day of our weddings.

Lily thought that by choosing a different man this time, she could change her fate.

In the end, she ended up worse off than before.

Firecrackers exploded outside as a crowd pushed into my sister’s room, then froze.

Two naked bodies lay on the wedding bed.

After the shock hit, everyone turned to look at me.

Because one of them was today’s bride, my sister Lily Baker, and the other was my fiancé, Jackson Young.

The first to react was my mom.

She screamed, waking them both, then grabbed Lily by the ear and shouted furiously, “Lily, are you out of your mind? Today is your wedding day, and you do something this disgraceful? Do you have no shame?”

She slapped Lily a few times, forcing her awake.

However, there wasn’t a trace of shame on Lily’s face. Instead, a flash of satisfaction flickered in her eyes.

She suddenly dropped to her knees.

“Mom, stop hitting me. Jackson and I truly love each other. I don’t want to marry Mark. Let me marry Jackson!”

I noticed Jackson’s ears had turned red.

I knew he was awake, too, but he cared about his reputation. He kept pretending to sleep, pulling the blanket higher when no one was looking.

My mom was furious. “Lily, what nonsense are you talking about? Jackson is your sister’s man!”

“I’ve already slept with him, anyway. Everyone saw. If you don’t let me marry Jackson, I’ll jump into the river.”

Lily looked completely reckless, like she had nothing to lose.

Just then, someone rushed in. “The groom is only two streets away. The bride needs to get ready!”

My mom was on the verge of collapse. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier? Why do something this humiliating on the wedding day? How am I supposed to explain this to Mark?”

Lily pointed at me. “Just let Emma marry him.”

The moment I heard that, I realized my sister had been reborn, too.

We were twins. Because of our looks, matchmakers had been coming to our house nonstop since we turned eighteen.

To pay for our younger brother’s education and future marriage, our mother betrothed us to two families.

One was Jackson, the mayor’s son.

The other was Mark Hollander, the