In previous years, Cassandra always attended the charity gala with Oliver.
But this year, she did not receive an invitation. Only then did she find out that Oliver had brought Bianca instead.
When she got into the car, she clenched her hands together tightly. Her mind felt empty and confused.
When she arrived at the gale and was about to enter, the security guard stopped her. “Please show your invitation.”
“I don’t have one, but I am Oliver Prescott’s wife,” Cassandra said.
The guard laughed. “Mr. Prescott’s wife already went in with him. If you want to pretend to be her, you should at least do some research.”
Seeing that he didn’t believe her, Cassandra took out her ID. “The woman who went in with my husband is my younger sister. I am his real wife.”
Even she found it ridiculous to say this. Luckily, the guard had heard rumors about the twin sisters and let her in.
When Cassandra entered the hall, Oliver was standing on stage, holding Bianca’s hand. He looked at Bianca with gentle eyes.
“Everything I’ve achieved is thanks to her support,” he said. “Even this charity work was her idea.”
People in the audience praised them.
“Mrs. Prescott is so kind.”
“Director Oliver is truly blessed.”
“She’s beautiful and kind. It would be perfect if she could have a child.”
“That’s easy now. Medical technology is advanced.”
Suddenly, the hall fell silent.
Someone gasped. “Why is there another Mrs. Prescott here?”
Someone whispered, “That can’t be the twin sister of Mrs. Prescott, right?”
Under everyone’s gaze, Cassandra walked forward. “Bianca, you dared acting as me to be at this charity gala. Aren’t you afraid of being exposed?”
Bianca froze. Oliver reacted quickly and spoke first.
“Aren’t you busy with Grandma Willow’s funeral?” he said. “That's why I asked your sister to come instead.”
Cassandra looked at both of them and smiled coldly. “Instead of me? Or so she could become your wife?”
Her face suddenly darkened. “Bianca, if you don’t want me to expose your secret, return that dress to me.”
“That is the only thing Grandma Willow left me,” and the only thing I can still keep.
Bianca laughed, her eyes full of provocation. “I won’t take it off. What can you do?”
Cassandra laughed too. “You came to my house, seduced my husband, became the third woman in your own sister’s marriage—”
Before she could finish, Oliver covered her mouth. He looked shocked and turned to the crowd. “My wife is mentally unstable after a death of our grandmother.”
Cassandra bit his palm hard. Oliver pulled his hand back in pain.
“These are all true!” Cassandra shouted. “I’m not crazy—”
Before she could finish, Oliver signaled the bodyguards. They immediately dragged her away.
“Please come with us.”
Bianca hadn’t expected Cassandra to say everything on live stream. A flash of cruelty then crossed her eyes.
She smiled and followed behind. “Sister, I’ll change and give the dress back to you.”
Backstage, Oliver frowned. “How did you find out?”
“I saw it that night.”
Oliver’s expression changed. After a long pause, he said, “Yes, I like Bianca. But I still married you in the end.”
Then he added, “You should be satisfied. You’ve been Mrs. Prescott for so long.”
Cassandra felt only mockery. Any feelings she once had disappeared when Grandma Willow died.
Coldly, she said, “You forced me. Give me the dress back and I’ll pretend I know nothing.”
Oliver was stunned. She used to love him deeply. Why was she so calm about this now?
A deep unease rose in his heart. He never thought that, to Cassandra, he was less important than a dress.
“Cassandra,” he said angrily, “It’s just a dress. Is this really necessary?”
“You have so many clothes. I can buy you ten, a hundred!”
Cassandra looked straight at him. “She can have any dress she wants. But not this one. Grandma Willow made it for me with her own hands.”
Oliver’s face darkened. Before he could respond, Bianca stepped forward.
“Sister, do you know what people are saying about you?” She showed her the live comments.
The comments were full of insults.
“She married into the Prescotts and still fights over a dress?]
[She ruined the live broadcast on purpose.]
[No wonder the Prescotts never accepted her.]
One comment said, [But that dress was from her grandma.]
It was quickly drowned out.
Bianca smiled softly. “See, sister? You’re being unreasonable.”
“If you really want it,” she said, “I’ll take it off and give it back to you.”
She turned to Oliver. “Oliver, you should go first.”
Oliver looked at Cassandra with guilt. Then he hid his emotions.
“Cassandra,” he said, “I owe you, but the position of Mrs. Prescott will always be yours.”
Bianca’s eyes turned cold. She went into the changing room. Cassandra followed her to get the dress.
Bianca lifted the dress in her hands. “Sister, do you really want this dress that badly?”
“Yes,” Cassandra said firmly. “You can take everything else from me. Even Grandma Willow’s inheritance. But not this dress.”
“Alright,” Bianca said with a smile.
She pretended to hand it over but then suddenly tore it apart with her hands.
Rip.
It felt like a thunderbolt. Cassandra’s mind went blank. She rushed forward and clutched the torn fabric.
“No!!”
