He Faked Face Blindness to Marry My Sister, So I Married the Man He Feared

My fiancé, Cassian, had prosopagnosia. He was always confusing me with my older sister, Seraphina.

When I won the New York Youth Poetry Competition, he handed the bouquet to Seraphina instead. “I knew you had it in you. You’re brilliant.”

When Seraphina shattered a six-figure antique wineglass at a Blackwood Foundation gala, he stepped in front of her. “It was Elowen. She’s always been clumsy and ignorant. She has no idea how to behave in decent company.”

Countless times, I grabbed his sleeve and forced him to look me in the eyes. “Cassian, look carefully. I’m Elowen.”