Chapter 1The Silhouette in the Old Harbor

In response to the question, "Just how powerful is the memory of a first love?", I saw my boyfriend's answer.

"Too powerful. That's why I proposed to her younger sister. I want to protect her under the guise of family."

I am that younger sister.

But I wasn't as devastated as you might think.

Because the top-voted answer under that same question... was written by me.

I have an unspeakable secret of my own.

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The doorbell rang.

At the door stood my blackout-drunk boyfriend—and fiancé.

He proposed to me last week, and I said yes.

Right now, his eyes were bloodshot, and he reeked of alcohol.

He looked like he had been crying. His buddy was holding him up.

"Hey, sorry. He was just so overwhelmed with emotion about marrying you that he started crying, and then he just drank too much celebrating."

"It's fine. Thank you for bringing him home."

The moment the door clicked shut, Liam grabbed me and pulled me into his arms. "We're finally going to be family."

After I hauled him onto the couch and laid him down, I noticed his phone screen constantly lighting up with notifications for likes and comments.

I used his fingerprint to unlock it.

I discovered he had answered a question on Quora: Just how powerful is the memory of a first love?

His answer read: "Too powerful. I only started pursuing her younger sister so I could have a legitimate reason to see her, and call her 'sister.'

Now, her younger sister loves me deeply and is incredibly gentle with me, but I don't really love her. Or rather, I don't even know if I love her or not.

My first love will always be her older sister. No one can replace her. Proposing to her younger sister is just my way of protecting her under the guise of family."