LOGINThe Andersons' rule was simple and brutal: the inheritance passed to sons, never daughters. So, I lived as a man for ten years. Even Winston Quinn, the one I had been promised to since childhood, had no idea. To him, I was just his best friend. After taking control of everything, I was finally ready to tell him the truth. Before I could say a word, Winston grabbed my arm, smiling like he couldn't be happier. "Sam, there's something I've been keeping from you. Louise quietly came back last month. We're getting married! She really looks like you." My whole body went rigid. That “sister” I had made up, the one who was supposedly recovering overseas? Before I could react, a woman who looked eerily like me peeked out from behind him. She shoved me aside, her expression sharp and smug. "I'm back, Sam. Stop clinging to Winston just because you're my brother. Have some shame. Otherwise, I'll tell everyone you've got twisted feelings for your future brother-in-law!" I looked at the arrogant impostor in front of me and almost laughed from sheer anger. She was Louise Anderson? Then who the hell was I?
View MoreWinston didn't give up.In the days after the funeral, he started awkwardly trying to work his way back into my life. Or rather, into the version of "Louise" he had built in his head.He would show up outside Anderson Corporation late at night when I was still working, carrying a thermos like it meant something. He tracked down old vinyl records I had once been obsessed with as a teenager and had people deliver them to my office. He even staged "coincidental" run-ins at cafés and restaurants.It felt like he was trying to make things right with the Louise he imagined, not the one standing in front of him.A month later, the Anderson estate went under renovation. They had to move the sycamore tree in the backyard.The butler said the workers found a rusted cookie tin buried under it.Something about that pulled at me. I asked Winston to meet me there.There were no toys inside. Just a folded, yellowed sheet of notebook paper.Back then, my mother had said she was taking me t
Darlene was so shaken by what I said that she ran before Randolph's cremation even finished.I wasn't surprised. Someone like her was never going to last.Even if I hadn't said a word, that scene at the banquet was enough. Branded as an imposter and an illegitimate daughter pretending to be someone else, she had no place left in that circle.I didn't bother with her anymore. I stepped outside the crematorium and lit a cigarette.I took my time, waiting while the old man inside was reduced to ash, watching the smoke curl and disappear into the air.Just as I flicked the ash and reached for another cigarette, a figure stepped through the haze and stopped in front of me.I looked up.Winston.He stood there, lips parting slightly, like he didn't know whether to call me Sam, the name he had used for ten years, or Louise, the one that suddenly felt both familiar and distant.I tapped the ash off my cigarette and said lightly, "Louise is fine. A while back, I finally cleared out t
Randolph's hand froze midair.His cloudy eyes finally landed on me. He stared, unblinking."Y-You…"His lips trembled, but nothing came out.I looked at his sorry state and let out a quiet, mocking breath, my expression flat and cold."This whole idea of having Darlene pretend to be Louise… That was yours, wasn't it?"You taught me how to write when I was a kid. Every stroke, every shift in pressure, every detail. No one knows my handwriting better than you. Without you guiding her, she never would've managed to copy it."You were planning to wait until you had full control of the Andersons. Then you'd bring Darlene back, make it official, and let her replace Louise."By then, you'd be the one in charge, the final authority. I wouldn't have had a say."Clicking my tongue softly, I pulled out the chair beside the bed and took a seat."Too bad you didn't expect to get this sick, this fast. You ran out of time, so you took a risk and had her pretend to be me. You staged this who
Thud.The woman in front of me went weak at the knees and dropped straight to the floor. She stared at me as if she had just seen a ghost, her voice shaking."H-How could you be…"I bent down, looking at her like the answer should've been obvious."You already know, don't you? The Andersons' rule. The business goes to sons, not daughters. So I spent ten years living as Sam. You can change your name to mine, copy my face, even mimic my handwriting. But what about an ID? That's issued by the government. There's no faking that."I straightened up, my foot brushing against the stack of papers on the floor.It was the paternity test Winston had just thrown at me.I bent down, picked it up, and flicked the edge of the paper with my finger."Funny thing. I've got a report like this, too. Except mine is between you and my mother. Josh, put it up."Josh moved fast. The screen lit up again with a fourth image.[The tested mother, Juliet Anderson, and the tested daughter, Louise Anderso












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