I Quit Being Her Shadow Bride

The day I tried on the wedding dress, my fiancé Ethan called out the wrong name.

He was looking at my back when the words slipped out of him.

"Clara, you look beautiful."

Clara was my sister. She was also Ethan's first love.

She died in an accident during the year they loved each other most.

From that moment on, she carved a place in his heart that could never be erased.

Every year on Clara's anniversary, I would go with Ethan to lay flowers at her grave.

Ethan promised me they were in the past.

One day a year, he allowed himself to grieve.

The rest of his days belonged to me.