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

I reached into my jacket and pulled out a small black remote.

“Everyone,” I said, turning to face them all. “We’re not just here to celebrate a wedding. We’re here to reveal who we really are.”

Behind us, the projector flickered to life.

I clicked the first file, and the screen behind us came to life.

“Tuesday Afternoon — Kitchen Camera” read the corner timestamp. The footage was grainy, black and white, but the audio came through perfectly.

Jenna’s voice filled the hall, casual and cruel.

“The house? The insurance money? It should be for us! I just need James to wake up and smell the coffee… and put my name on the deed. And after that, I don’t really care what happens to those girls. I’ll make their lives miserable until he gives in. And then this naïve man will think it was his idea all along.”

A gasp rippled through the room. Somewhere, a glass shattered.

I let it play for a few more seconds before pausing it. My voice stayed calm, even as my hands tightened around the mic.