Wedding Invitation Named My Sister as the Bride, So I Called It Off

On the day I got engaged, my brother-in-law rushed in from out of town and was killed in a car crash.

He died along with my three-year-old nephew.

A wedding turned into a funeral.

At the funeral, my fiancé beat his own chest, sick with guilt and remorse.

"It's all my fault. I insisted on getting engaged that day. If I hadn't, none of this would have happened to him!"

My sister cried until she fainted in his arms.

A few months later, my fiancé and I were getting married.

My sister, eyes still rimmed red, helped me plan the wedding.