My Fiancé was Deceived by His True Love, while I Lived Happily

Everyone said that I picked up the engagement that my sister didn't want. No matter how many times I flirted with Benedict Ermintrude, his hands that twisted the rosary beads were unwilling even to touch the corner of my coat.

Until that night, I saw him with my own eyes kneeling in front of Charlotte Winifred's hospital bed. He held my sister's hand, who was in a vegetative state. Benedict pressed it against his burning desire. His voice became hoarse.

“Charlotte, I'm willing to agree to marry your sister so that I can see you every day.”