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

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.”

“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.

“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.”