Three Years As Her Stand-In

Chapter 2

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No wonder Clara had suddenly been reaching out to me so often lately.

She had bought me thoughtful gifts, probably out of suffocating guilt.

Two days ago, she even asked me which lipstick shade suited her best.

I remembered teasing her: "Clara, are you seeing someone?"

Her face had instantly turned icy:

"As if. I'm not boy-crazy like you. I only care about my career."

I kept scrolling down her burner feed.

[I've been secretly hooking up with my sister's boyfriend for three months now.]

[I keep pretending to be her, and he never stops me.]

[We meet up more and more often.]

[I'm falling for him all over again. I don't want to share him with my sister anymore.]

[Should I come clean to her?]

Reading those words, I bit down hard on my lip to stifle a scream.

Throughout our three-year relationship, Ethan had always come straight home from work. But recently, he claimed his firm was swamped and started pulling late hours at the office.

It wasn't overtime. He was sneaking around with Clara.

He had been meticulous. I never caught a whiff of foreign perfume on his shirts, never found a stray strand of hair.

They had been playing me for months, and I had stayed completely in the dark.

My eyes fell on her latest post:

[My sister had to work late tonight. He took me to see my favorite hockey team play.]

[After the game, he turned to me and whispered, 'You haven't changed at all.']

[Tonight was our first time spending an entire night together.]

[He didn't go home. He didn't go back to my sister.]

[He was rough tonight, almost like he was punishing me... but I still cried.]

[The guilt eating away at me is getting unbearable. But I can't stop wanting him. I can't lie to myself anymore. What am I supposed to do?]

Tears finally spilled over my cheeks.

I walked back into the bedroom and stood over the bed, glaring at Ethan as he slept peacefully.

A wave of pure revulsion washed over me.

If anyone claimed he couldn't tell two identical twins apart in bed, they were lying.

I grabbed his collar and yanked him upright off the mattress.