I Became Guardian of My Twin Sisters After Mom Died — My Fiancée Pretended to Love Them Until I Heard What She Really Said

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I remembered the way they both said goodnight — soft and in sync, like they were casting a spell to protect each other in their sleep.

Jenna had seen all of that and seen a burden.

I sat there, gripping the steering wheel, jaw clenched, stomach twisted. My heart was pounding, not just from rage but from the ache of knowing how close I came to trusting the wrong person with everything I had left.

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A man sitting in a car | Source: Midjourney

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This wasn’t going to be a fight; this was the last chapter of Jenna’s role in our story.

I drove around the block for a little while, stopping to get the girls some pizza for dinner. And then I walked back in like nothing happened.

“Hey, honey! I’m home.”

Jenna rushed up, smiling, kissing me like nothing was wrong. She smelled like coconut and lies.

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A box of pizza on a coffee table | Source: Midjourney

That night, after the girls had gone to bed, I ran a hand down my face and sighed.

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“Jenna… maybe you were right, babe.”

“About what?” she asked, tilting her head.

“About the girls. Maybe… maybe I can’t do this. Maybe I should give them up. Maybe we should find a family who will take care of them. They need a mother… not us… we’re substitutes, nothing more.”

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A pensive man sitting on a couch | Source: Midjourney

Jenna blinked slowly, her eyes lighting up as she realized what I was saying.

“Oh, sweetheart,” she said. “That’s the mature thing to do. It’s the right thing for all of us.”

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“Yes, Jen. And maybe… we shouldn’t wait on our wedding. Losing my mom made me realize that we don’t have time to waste. So let’s just do it. Let’s get married!”

“Are you serious, James?” she shrieked.

“I am. I really am.”

“Oh my goodness! Yes, James! Let’s do it. This weekend — small, simple, whatever we want.”

I shook my head.

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A close-up of a smiling woman | Source: Midjourney

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“No, let’s do it bigger. Let’s invite everyone! And make it a fresh start for us, honey. Your family, my mom’s friends, the neighbors, colleagues… everyone!”

If she smiled any wider, her face might’ve cracked.

The next morning, Jenna was on the phone with florists before she even brushed her teeth. She picked a hotel downtown, booked a ballroom, and posted a photo of her ring with the caption:

“Our forever starts now. James & Jenna, forever.”

A woman showing off her engagement ring | Source: Midjourney
A woman showing off her engagement ring | Source: Midjourney

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Meanwhile, I promised the girls that I’d never abandon them. And then I made calls of my own.

The hotel ballroom gleamed in that over-the-top way Jenna adored. There were white linens draped on every table, and floating candles flickered in glass bowls.

Jenna’s cousin played a practiced piano piece near the stage.

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