Seven years After Losing Me, My Fiancé Fell in Love with a Fake Heiress

Four hours I’ve been waiting for John at the romantic restaurant for New Year's Eve.

I saw a photo on my Instagram of my adopted sister smiling sweetly under the fireworks. The caption read: [Our fifth annual fireworks extravaganza. The one who loves you will never care if you're real or fake.]

The comments section was filled with unanimous blessings. And the hand in the photo, misaligned, touching her head belonged to John, who had told me three hours earlier he'd be there soon.