Chapter 4

Olivia clung to Lucas and cried her eyes out. That was when I noticed something. She was far more emotional with him than she had ever been with me.

They said blood was a bond that could never truly be severed. Maybe they were right.

Olivia hadn't seen her father in ten years. Yet, in a crowded room full of people, she recognized him at a glance and ran straight into his arms.

"Sir." Supporting Lucas as he stood, Isabella turned to me with a cold expression. "You may be my husband's twin, but that doesn't give you the right to hurt him. He's your brother, but he's also my husband."

My hands tightened into fists.

"As for what happened today, my lawyer will be in touch."

I suddenly laughed. Just yesterday, she had said that if a partner could be replaced by another person with the same face, it only meant the love was never real.

I guess her love for me was never real.

I had promised Lucas that I would spend the next day documenting all the changes in Isabella and Olivia's lives over the last ten years. Then, I'd pack my things and leave.

To avoid raising suspicion, I still went home with Isabella and Olivia after the party.

As I sat silently on the edge of the bed, Isabella carefully approached and took my hand. "What's wrong? Are you still angry at your brother?"

I pulled away without answering.

She stubbornly grabbed my hand again and said firmly, "I've already told you. You're the only man I'll ever want. The fact that he has the same face as you isn't an advantage. If anything, it just makes me feel sick."

I looked up at her.

Thinking I was my brother, she continued, "You don't believe me? Tomorrow, I'll arrange for him to leave the country. He won't be allowed back. What do you say?"

I stared at her for a while before finally saying, "That's not necessary."

Tomorrow, I would leave the country by myself.

When we lay down to sleep, I turned my back to Isabella. She kept talking, trying to get my attention.

"From what I've heard, your brother only started having improper thoughts because his girlfriend lost everything. Her name is Chloe Montgomery, right?"

I frowned. So, that was the story Lucas had told everyone.

A poor man dated a wealthy woman. The woman lost her fortune, while the man's sister-in-law became successful. Then, he developed inappropriate thoughts toward the sister-in-law.

"Chloe was never a good person. The fact that he was interested in someone like that says enough about him." Isabella snorted.

The comment stung. Trying to salvage my dignity, I muttered, "She wasn't all bad."

Isabella's warm arms wrapped gently around me from behind, her soft chest pressing against my back.

"Honey, no one in the world can come between us."

I simply hummed and closed my eyes.

Whatever happened after I left the next day no longer had anything to do with me.

…

The next morning, while Isabella was at work and Olivia was at school, Lucas and I completed the handover. Then, he handed me a check, and I dragged my suitcase out the door.

I had no intention of going back to Chloe. I booked a flight straight to Farese.

With the money Lucas had given me, I didn't need to worry about what came next.

That evening, the car I'd booked arrived outside the hotel. I got in and closed my eyes. But not long after the car took off, it pulled over by the side of the road.

I opened my eyes.

"Hey, I booked a private ride. Why are you picking someone else up?"

Instead of answering, the driver got out of the car.

I sighed. Just as I was about to complain, the rear door opened. When I saw the person standing outside, my breath caught in my throat.

"Chloe isn't all that bad?"

Isabella's voice sounded overhead.

Before I could react, she plopped down on my lap, cupped my face with both hands, and fixed her gaze on me.

"I'm much better than that woman. Why not give me a try?"