Jilted at the Altar My Fiancée Chose Her Fake Brother

Seven years into our long courtship, Michelle Pruitt finally agreed to marry me.

On the wedding day the seats were full, blessings ringing out on every side.

But I couldn't feel any joy at all.

Right on cue, at the exchange of rings, Michelle's adopted brother burst in.

In front of everyone, he snatched the wedding ring and threw it in the trash, smashed the nine-tier champagne tower to pieces, then wrapped himself around Michelle's leg, crying and carrying on.

"Sis, I don't want you to marry him."

"You promised you'd stay with me forever!"