*Rory*

“Dad, please don’t make me do this,” I sobbed as I burst into my father’s office, my wedding dress dragging behind me and catching on the chair leg. “Eden isn’t even cold in her grave, and you’re forcing me to marry her boyfriend!”

“Don’t talk about your sister!” my father hissed, his piercing eyes blazing with hate and annoyance.

I always knew he preferred Eden. She was his golden girl, after all. Not the bastard daughter of the woman he never loved. I could see it in his glare—he wished it was me lying dead in those woods one week ago.