Zostałem opiekunem moich sióstr bliźniaczek po śmierci mamy — moja narzeczona udawała, że ​​je kocha, dopóki nie usłyszałem, co naprawdę powiedziała

I pressed my hand against the wall to steady myself.

“The house? The insurance money? It should be for us! I just need James to wake up and smell the coffee… and put my name on the deed. And after that, I don’t really care what happens to those girls. I’ll make their lives miserable until he gives in. And then this naïve man will think it was his idea all along.”

An amused woman on the phone | Source: Midjourney

My breath caught in my throat. How was I going to marry this horrible woman?

“I’m not raising someone else’s leftovers, Karen,” she said. “I deserve so much more than this.”

I backed out through the front door and shut it quietly behind me. My hands were trembling.

Inside the car, I sat completely still. My reflection in the rearview mirror looked unfamiliar — pale, drawn, and furious.

A man standing with folded arms | Source: Midjourney

It hit me all at once.

This wasn’t a slip or a moment of weakness. Jenna had been planning this for a while. Every time she packed a lunch or braided their hair, every word of praise she gave the girls was part of a strategy.

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