My Boyfriend Confessed His Love for My Two‑Year‑Old Sister

The photograph fluttered in the air, and every gaze in the room tracked it. Only I remained frozen in place, speechless for a long time. "So this is the Roth family's real heiress?" "I suppose she's pretty enough, but her presence doesn't hold a candle to Ophelia's…" "What do you know? The truly wealthy don't flaunt it the way the fakes do!" Dennis shifted his gaze to me, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his lips. "Well? Now do you believe your sister and I are really together?" "Ophelia, I know this is hard for you to accept." He sighed, his tone heavy with feigned helplessness. "But the facts are the facts. A counterfeit heiress like you was never worthy of me. Now your sister and I are in love, and we—" "Who said she's my sister?" I couldn't hold back any longer. I frowned and cut him off. "I've never seen this woman before in my life, and she can't possibly be my sister." Silence fell for a beat. Even Dennis's expression froze. But a moment later, as if he'd just heard the most ridiculous joke in the world, he let out a derisive laugh. "Don't know her? Ophelia, you're quite the actress." "Denying your own sister just to stay with me—" "Ophelia, I'm telling you, stop this pointless struggle. If I'd known from the start that you were just a fake heiress, I never would have been with you!" Hearing this, my brow furrowed even tighter. More than ever, I was certain I'd misjudged him. When Dennis and I first got together, he'd been the one to pursue me relentlessly. He'd been attentive to every need, devoted to a fault. I'd let myself sink into it and eventually said yes. When my parents found out, they both objected. But something in me—God knows what I was thinking—refused to give him up. I'd insisted on being with him, even going so far as to get engaged to this broke nobody against my parents' wishes. And now reality was slapping me in the face: he was nothing more than a vain, money-chasing man. He'd assumed I was a fake heiress and cheated on me for three years behind my back. And now he had the audacity to dump me at our engagement banquet. "Ophelia, I know you love me deeply." "We've been together all these years—of course I cared about you too." "Your sister is even willing to make a concession. Going forward, she'll be my wife, and you can be my mistress." "As long as you don't show your face around her, she'll allow me to be with you occasionally." My fists clenched so hard my knuckles cracked. This was nothing short of humiliation. All the grief I'd felt from the betrayal transformed in that instant into pure revulsion. Never in my wildest nightmares had I imagined Dennis could actually say something like that! The sheer audacity. "What's wrong? Frozen with joy?" Dennis watched me, mockery tugging at his lips, his tone insufferably smug. "I knew it. A woman like you—dumped and still crawling back to beg. This is what you've been waiting for, isn't it? Don't worry, as long as you behave, I'll—" "Joy my ass!" I couldn't take it for another second. My palm connected with his face in a vicious slap. Crack—! The sound rang crystal-clear through the banquet hall. Every person in the room stared in shock. Dennis's head snapped to the side, five crimson fingerprints blooming across his cheek. "You dare hit me?!" Dennis clutched his face, disbelief etched into every feature. I let out a cold laugh. Without hesitation, I drove my foot straight into him with another savage kick. "Aaagh—!" Dennis's shriek echoed through the hall. I showed no mercy. I raised my foot, ready to stomp down hard. But just then— "Stop!" A voice, shaking with fury, thundered from the back of the crowd.

"Dennis, are you okay?" A woman came rushing over, propping Dennis up before turning to me with reddened eyes. "Sis, how could you hit him?" "I'm the one who wants to be with Dennis. If you're angry, hit me instead." "I'm sorry… Dennis, this is all my fault. You got hit because of me…" The more she spoke, the more aggrieved she became, tears streaming endlessly down her face. "What does this have to do with you?" Dennis pulled her into his arms, his heart clearly aching for her. "I'm the one who fell in love with you. We're the real thing—this is all Ophelia's fault." Then he turned to me, his voice going ice-cold: "Ophelia, apologize to Mia!" I blinked, then looked at the pair of them with incredulous amusement. These two shameless cheaters—truly unbelievable. They were the ones having an affair, and somehow it was my fault? Did I force them into it? "Sis, I'm sorry!" Mia suddenly lunged toward me, eyes red and swimming, as if I were some kind of monster. "I know all these years you've felt inferior because of your fake heiress identity." "So when you bullied me, stole my things ever since we were little—I never cared." "But sis, I really do love Dennis… I'm begging you, just let me have him. Please?" Her performance was stirring enough to draw immediate sympathy from the crowd. "My God, the real heiress is being bullied by the fake one? Ophelia is vicious! She won't even spare her own sister!" "See, I was right all along—a fake is a fake! She's been stealing since childhood, and now she won't even give up the poor girl's boyfriend!" "At least the real heiress has a good heart. After being treated like that, she's still willing to call that awful woman her sister. If it were me, I'd have slapped her across the face ages ago!" The gossip swelled louder and louder, the stares directed at me dripping with contempt. As if I were the other woman trying to steal someone's boyfriend. Dennis couldn't bear to see Mia cry. He held her close, gently wiping her tears. I stood rooted to the spot, the absurdity of it all washing over me. Everything playing out before my eyes felt as unreal as a TV drama. This woman who kept calling me a fake heiress, who kept calling me "sis"— I had never seen her before in my life. "Sis, I'm begging you, please just—" "Who's your sister?" I took a deep breath and fixed the woman with a cold stare. "Stop spouting nonsense. I don't know you." "Sis!" Mia cried out, as if genuinely furious, fresh tears spilling over. "I know you're angry. I know you don't want me to be with Dennis." "But you can't refuse to acknowledge me altogether!" She rushed forward and grabbed my hand, her voice pleading: "I'll apologize—sis, please, just let me be with Dennis!" Seeing her pitiful act, the crowd's anger surged even higher, everyone rallying to Mia's defense. "Ophelia, stop bullying her! They love each other—why does a fraud like you insist on tearing them apart?" "Exactly! You're a counterfeit! What right do you have to steal a man from the real heiress? Or is snatching things just second nature to you by now?" "She's your sister! You can't throw away basic sisterly bonds over a man!" I listened to the voices swirling around me, nails biting deep into my palms. After a long moment, I fixed my gaze on Mia, a faint smile tugging at my lips. "Fine. If you're really my sister, then of course I can let you have Dennis." "But… are you actually my sister? Do you have any proof?" The moment those words left my mouth, every murmur in the room died. All eyes swiveled to Mia in unison. Her gaze flickered nervously, and she cleared her throat twice. "Of course I have proof!" With that, she pulled out her phone, dialed a number with practiced ease, and put it on speaker. "Hello? Sweetheart, why are you calling Daddy at this hour?" I whipped my head around, my entire body going rigid. That was unmistakably my father's voice.