Dígale a la Señora que mi Amante está EMBARAZADA y que Nuestra Boda se CANCELA para Siempre

My fiancé proposed to my older sister. Everyone expected me to make a scene. Even my own parents advised me to give him the floor. But instead, I calmly gave them my blessing, and even announced my own engagement to the wealthy and prominent William Sinclair. I'm sorry if I disappointed anyone, but the drama ends here. I'm changing course. From now on, I'm choosing the brave and carefree path. Today was supposed to be my engagement party to Jason Miller. But Jason never showed up, and his phone was out of service. His parents also didn't know where he was. As the guests began to whisper and speculate, I took the microphone a server handed me, elegantly lifted my wine glass from the table, tilted it slightly, and said, "Excuse me, everyone, I'm sure my fiancé had an emergency." But before I could finish speaking, the other protagonist of the day, Jason, walked through the door, his fingers intertwined with my biological sister, Emily. He raised his voice to interrupt me. I'm really, really sorry. Then he let go of Emily's hand and hugged her tenderly, lowering his head with what looked like genuine guilt. Step by step, he walked closer to me and extended his hand. Sorry for the trouble. I put down my glass, passed him the microphone, and stepped aside casually. Jason gave me a small nod, looked around, and said, "To everyone here and to Miss Olivia, I sincerely apologize. The engagement party between Miss Olivia and me is canceled, but today I want to ask you to be witnesses. From beginning to end, the person I truly want to marry is her." With that, Jason turned to Emily, knelt on one knee, and asked earnestly, "Miss Emily, will you marry me?" Emily didn't respond. She looked at me, then back at Jason. Tears fell silently from her, as if she were in an internal conflict.