I am done fighting for love and trust. I don't trust anyone anymore; not even my own sister. Instead of hearing a regular heartbeat, I just hear the sound of a broken heart. I am someone who knows exactly what it’s like to love someone so much and not to be loved in return. This man that I loved was Jacob. My sister and I fought over him like a toy, up to the point where it was getting insane. All of this started with me being born not looking as beautiful as my sister, Rachel. Nearly every man who meets her is instantly pulled into her beauty and charm; but I was just the “other sister” - the under-appreciated. All of a sudden, I was in a veil. My heavy veil was hiding the deception, anger, sorrow, and other emotions I couldn't even comprehend at that time. I should be happy. I’m actually getting married. I hear my heartbeat again. I’m sure that Jacob’s going to hear it too. I'm half afraid that he’s going to realize the deception and half hoping that he will. Jacob gazes at me with such love in his eyes. I let myself pretend that love is meant for me. I treasure every moment of our wedding night, not able to believe in myself that I may have been worthy at some point. My wedding night is probably the only type of love I will ever receive! I mean I’m not the most beautiful human being. I’m not my sister. Sometimes, if I had a wish to be granted by the Lord, it would be to make me beautiful and appreciated by any man who will love me for me. The next day, the cruel light of the morning reveals the deception. The love light in his eyes is blown out like a candle. I will spend the rest of my life trying to re-light that flame. The next morning, after finding out that all of it was meant for someone else, my heart slowly fell apart. There was too much manipulation going on to realize what true love is. The fact that my own father would do this to me. Does he even care about my well-being? I knew his intention was