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STELLA POV 

“Well, I'm sure you'll ask her. That is if you haven't already.” I said, folded my arms and walked into the kitchen, so many emotions were suffocating me all at once, I couldn't have a conversation with him. 

I went to the kitchen to pay attention to the food I was preparing. 

I heard Devon scoff behind me as I entered the kitchen and looked up to see Estelle with a smug look on her face, her arms crossed under her chest. “I’m back again, sister. Did you miss me?” 

I ignored her and started serving the dish. I set only two dishes on the table, for me and my husband. I lit up candles I had arranged around the dining table with rose petals to form a heart to set up a romantic mood.

Devon came in and saw my preparations and decorations.

I stared at him, waiting to see if he realized what today was.

“Stella,” he began. “What is the meaning of this? Why did you set two plates? Estelle is here, is she not? Or is she not going to eat?”

I frowned, “do you remember what today is?”  

“What does it matter what today is? Your sister is here. Are you not going to feed her?”

Again he's dismissing my feelings for her! Like everyone else has. 

“She can feed herself!” I yelled.

“Stella!” he yelled back.

He hovered over me, glaring down at me. It was intimidating, and my hands began shaking.

He raised his hand, and I froze. I had never seen him this angry before. All of this was because of Estelle.

“Go back in and bring a plate for Estelle, now,” he ordered, leaving no room for argument.

“Today is our anniversary,” I mumbled. “How could you forget? It’s been three years now.” Tears crinkled in my eyes.

He sighed and rubbed his temples.

“Get the plates. Thank you for the decorations, but we have a guest.”

He blew out the candles and brushed the rose petals off the table.

“It’s not appropriate,” he said. “These are not appropriate when we have a guest.” Then he sat down at the table. He beckoned on Estelle and she sat down beside him, giving me smug looks and quickly changing it before Devon catches on.

“Hurry up, Stella. Let's eat quickly before the food gets cold,” he urged and I felt defeated.

I served the two of them then took my plate up to my room, I said nothing to them as I stormed away.

Devon didn't come after me. 

I fell face first onto the bed as tears rolled down my cheeks, soaking the bedsheet.

She was here again.

She was finally here again to torment me and take my husband from me. I knew this day might come but…

After some minutes, Devon entered the room.

“Stella,” he called out, his voice much warmer than before.

I felt the bed dip as he sat down, and his hand rested on the back of my neck.

“Honey,” he said. “Why are you so upset?”

“How could you forget today is our anniversary?” I said between sobs. “Today was supposed to be special for the both of us.”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry about that, but your sister is here,” he apologized, “What do you expect?”

“When did you find her?”

“That’s not important.” 

“It is important! She’s back to ruin our marriage, Devon! I didn’t tell you at first, but Estelle is not who you think she is. She is evil, and I’m sure she’s back to ruin our marriage.”

“That’s enough, Stella!” He rose his voice again, startling me. “I’ve had it! I can’t put up with this anymore.” the warmth in his voice was gone. “After you left, do you know how upset Estelle was? She kept blaming herself for ruining our marriage and causing us to fight. Your sister is finally back, and all you care about is celebrating.”

I snorted, not bothering to look at him. I've dealt with lots of people idolizing her to know it won't do me any good to engage further but stil.. it hurts hearing him dismiss me like this.

“You’ve really disappointed me,” he stormed off.

I cried myself to sleep.

When I woke up, I realized he had not slept in our room all night. I decided to go out and find him.

I went to his study, expecting him to be there alone, but I found my twin sister standing close to him behind his desk.

She leaned forward, her see through night gown barely holding her boobs, her hands in his as she stared down at him.

A ringing sound rang in my ears and the air got colder, “Estelle!” I yelled. “What is the meaning of this?”

“Stella! What are you doing here?” Devon questioned.

“I knew it! I told you she’s here to seduce you,” I accused her. Tears rolled down my face and I saw the look of disapproval written all over his face as he shook his head.

“If you would look closer, you’d realize I was just helping her. She’s injured, Stella,” Devon said.

“Oh, fuck that,” I yelled, again I am going to look like the bad you. “If she’s injured, why would she come to you? There’s a first aid box in the kitchen. She can take care of herself. Why are you the one helping her?”

Devon got up, walked toward me, grabbed my hand, and dragged me away.

“What are you doing?” I yelled as he dragged me back to our room.

He pushed me onto the bed, walked to the closet, opened the side compartment, and pulled out a document.

“Here,” he said, throwing it at me. 

“Divorce papers?” my voice cracked. My world shattered before my eyes.

“If you don’t like that your sister is here with me then sign those divorce papers, otherwise, shut up!”