"Because I slept with Olivia? Hm?"
I didn't speak. Didn't cry. My tears had dried up the moment those photos hit my phone.
Olivia is my biological sister—my twin. But from childhood, I was the one who scraped by while she lived like a princess, draped in silk and dripping with privilege.
Our parents adored her. They told me they regretted not strangling me at birth—that way, Olivia could've been their precious only child.
Teachers praised her, calling her gifted—while I was "ignorant trash," too shabby to even be her classmate.
Classmates and friends helped her torment me, over and over.
They doused me with cold water. Force-fed me rotten food. Made me kneel on concrete and kowtow to her.
I lived in her shadow for twenty years.
Then I met Zane—whose eyes held only me.
Now he wanted her too.
"Wife."
He pulled me into his arms, patting my back, voice dripping warmth.
"Didn't we agree? I'll give you all my love and devotion—but you can't keep demanding I stay faithful physically."
He spread his arms, gesturing at his lavish office.
"Look around. I'm the Morton heir—the Graystone Mortons."
"I've got the looks, the money. I can't spend every day playing some Cinderella fairy tale with you."