Six years ago, my sister stole my millionaire fiancé — the man I was only days away from marrying. And today, at our mother’s funeral, she walked in holding his arm, flashing a diamond ring and giving me that smug little smile. “Still single at thirty-eight?” she whispered. “What a shame… I got the man, the money, and the mansion.” I didn’t say a word at first. I just smiled back, calm as ever, and said, “Have you met my husband yet?” When I called him over, her face turned pale — because my hus