A Toxic Obsession

I loved Preston Hayes with an obsession so toxic that I forced him down the aisle.

At our wedding, the officiant asked him to say those three little words.

He spoke into the microphone, his voice echoing across the ballroom. "I love you, Rose Mercer."

The laughter in the room died instantly. My name is Jasmine Mercer.

I always knew he was in love with my half-sister, Rose, but I had convinced myself I did not care.

Then, right in the middle of our reception, Rose had a medical emergency and