Before she could reply, another call flashed across my screen — Noah, my sister’s fiancé.
Great.
His voice was clipped. “Sophia… did you change the reservations?”
“No,” I said calmly. “I didn’t even know the wedding was today.”
Silence. Then a sharp exhale.
“The system shows cancellations from your login.”
“My login hasn’t been touched,” I said. “Unless—”
Then it hit me like a slap.
Two weeks earlier, Emily borrowed my laptop. Her computer was supposedly being repaired. I’d thought nothing of it — siblings share devices all the time.
But if she stayed logged in… or saved passwords… or synced anything…
Someone else might’ve used my account. Someone in her circle.
Someone like Jessica, her maid of honor — who had always despised me.
While still on the phone, I opened my sent emails. The Caribbean Wi-Fi lagged, then finally loaded — and my stomach dropped.
There were automated vendor updates confirming cancellations.
All timestamped three days earlier — while I was already in Barbados.
Meaning someone canceled everything using my synced access.
“Noah,” I said, standing up, “someone used my login, but it wasn’t me.”
He went quiet. “If not you… then who?”
I had a strong guess.
Ten minutes later, Emily called.
“Sophia… did you really not cancel my wedding?”
“No,” I said softly. “You didn’t want me there, but I’d never destroy your day.”
She sniffed. “They checked the IP address. It came from our apartment. Jessica admitted she logged in to ‘fix something’ and accidentally wiped the bookings… then lied because she panicked.”
Of course.
“And she said she assumed you’d believe her over me,” I said.
Emily’s voice cracked. “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have cut you out. I shouldn’t have believed anything without asking you first.”
Her apology loosened something inside me — but didn’t erase the wound.
After we hung up, I stayed on the balcony, listening to the waves while my family group chat tore itself apart. Theories, accusations, passive-aggressive emojis… a circus.
But Emily had sounded genuinely remorseful. Vulnerable, even. That softened me — but didn’t magically reset everything.
I needed clarity. I called Noah.
He got straight to the point. “Sophia, the vendors confirmed everything. Jessica used your access. She deleted the reservations by mistake.”
“And the guest list?” I asked quietly.
He hesitated. “Jessica told Emily you weren’t supportive… that you didn’t think she was ready. She planted doubts.”
My heart dropped.
“I never said any of that.”
“I know,” he said. “Emily knows too. She’s devastated she let someone else speak for you.”
Later, I walked along the shoreline, thinking about betrayal, misplaced trust, and how easily a wedge can form between sisters.
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