Before my $5M wedding, my cruel golden sister hid my wig to mock my chemo hair loss. “A bald bride for a perfect groom. You look like a sick rat,” she mocked, pushing me toward the aisle. I calmly wiped my lipstick, left the dressing room bareheaded, and put on a $2M diamond tiara. As I walked down the aisle, the 500 guests didn’t laugh. They all stood in silent respect as my groom announced…