I paid for my sister’s lavish wedding, only for her to mock me in front of 300 guests. “My sister is just a gate guard—who would ever want her?” she sneered. My mother agreed and even called me “the family’s shame.” The hall filled with laughter—until the groom, a major, stood up. He looked straight at me and said, “Actually… she’s—” My mother froze. My sister fainted. "Please behave." My mother’s handwritten note at the bottom of the invitation felt like a slap in the face. And she didn't disap