6

"Rodney?” Yvette called the personal driver. 

“Yes, Ma’am!” the driver almost halted from his stance when he saw Yvette. 

The driver looked at her with confusion once. He’s not used to her clothes. Yvonne always dressed like there was a formal occasion every day with her long sleeve and long skirt, unlike the clothes he’s seeing today. 

“I’m coming out later after my yoga. Tell my husband I’ll use one of his cars.” 

The driver nodded. Yvette continued what she was doing in the garden. There’s a mat for her exercise while the cascading water on the fountain added to the peaceful ambiance of the big backyard. 

Oh, I hope the devil won’t come out of his den!

Yvette started doing her exercise. She did some ballets from the past that’s why she’s a bit flexible. The difference between her and Yvonne, her twin is musically inclined, into arts, and introverted. 

She’s her opposite at everything. She does ballet and extreme adventures. They both grow up in an orphanage and got separated reason why no one knows about them as a twin. 

But Yvette promised Yvonne she will find her once she got adopted by a family. Which she did. Unlike the family who adopted her, Yvette grew up in a not-so-pleasant household reason why she was raised independently. 

The family who adopted her was cruel, the opposite of the family that adopted Yvonne. Her twin is pampered. She’s raised with poise and grace like royalty while Yvette was raised with harsh words and strict parenting. 

She loves the family who adopted her but not as deep as her love for her twin. 

Behind the open curtain, she saw a glimpse of Yvette’s husband illuminated in the dark like a demon watching his prey’s movement while holding a glass of champagne. 

Yvette only smirked at the thought that the man who cheated on her deceased twin sister will dig on its grave starting today. 

Oh, I will make sure I’ll put you in the pits of hell until you scream for help. I will make sure you will see me in front of you, drinking my glass of wine while watching your pain slowly drowning you to death… 

“This woman is surely different from I used to…” Clyde uttered while watching her wife stretch gracefully like a ball without a single skeleton on its body. 

His jaw clenched without leaving his eyes off her. He caught her lips stretched for a smirk, her siren eyes moving to watch him confidently like she knows he was watching her and she doesn’t give a fuck with his stares. 

God… damn it. What’s wrong with her? 

And he can’t lie to himself that everything she does is extremely hot… It’s making him gasp and licked his lip problematically.

Clyde went out after minutes of watching her from afar. He stopped in front of her while Yvette continued like he was just air, existing but she couldn’t see. 

Oh, look at Satan’s child finally revealing himself in the dark… 

Yvette’s mind was filled with murder while Clyde was moving toward her. Her blood boiled seeing the structure of his face, the build of his physique, and the smooth movement of his body.

The motherfucker is indeed one of the finest men alive but also one of the thick-faced assholes existing. 

“Where are you going? Rodney informed me about your plan with the car,” he started in a cold tone. 

“None of your business?” she arched her brow and smiled sarcastically. 

Clyde’s temper is already at the edge. He can’t believe his wife changed just for a month. She was so foreign that he couldn’t read her. 

“I’m not kidding, Yvonne,” his voice thickened.

Yvette looked at her piercingly after mentioning her twin’s name. 

“Don’t call me that! You’ve got the guts to mention my name after cheating behind my back?!” her voice thundered. 

Clyde was taken aback by the sound of her voice. She literally shouted at her. The soft voice that she always uses every time she’s talking to him vanished in the air like a bubble. She’s not the sweet, loving, and soft woman he knew.

Of course Clyde. With the cheating issue, are you really expecting her to act composed? 

Yvette calmed down when she realized she was almost out of character. Yvonne will definitely let his sins pass but not for her. Oh, she will torture him to death. 

“Then why don’t you sign the divorce paper?” Clyde provoked. 

Yvette chuckled cunningly. She stopped her movements and stood. Clyde didn’t blink while watching the foreign movement of his wife, like a lioness unfazed by the danger of her surroundings. 

“Hmm… is that what you want Mr. Smith?” she asked in the sweetest voice. 

Of course, that’s always what he wanted, to free himself from this jail. His parents arrange this marriage for convenience, expecting their son to fall in love with Yvonne but they’re wrong. To Clyde, she’s just a typical woman who craves a prince charming to end her misery. 

But the woman in front of her is very far from the damsel in distress he used to describe as his wife. She completely changed. She turned herself into a villain. Someone who would sacrifice the princess for her selfish reasons…

“Why? Are you willing to sign the divorce paper now? Convince my parents to end this nonsense marriage?” he reminded her again countless times. 

“Nonsense!” Yvette repeated while laughing maliciously. 

This motherfucker had the guts to call the marriage nonsense that led to her twin’s death! The marriage he is talking about killed my twin you thick-faced motherfucker!

“Oh… you want it so bad, hmm?” she slowly traced her jaw using the tip of her long nail. 

Clyde’s jaw clenched. 

“Hmm. Divorcing you means giving your mistress a chance to have a decent life with you. And you… unleashing your own chain…” Yvette’s finger went down to his neck. 

“But did you forget you’re not in the book? This is reality. I am in control of your freedom because I am your wife. Which means, I decide when to end the misery of you and your mistress. She thinks she’s already at the top just because you love her? Well, watch me how I put you to the lowest of hell until you drag her down with you on your own deathbed. May you two finally rest in peace…” and she took her glass of wine and sipped it like it was hers. 

He watched how her red lips claimed her glass of champagne and gulp it whole without leaving her eyes off him. He felt the tension traveling throughout his body like electricity and Clyde was so sure it was because of her words. 

This woman… is not my wife. She’s possessed by a demon… This isn’t her…

She tapped his shoulder and left him there dumbfounded. Clyde glanced at her back. 

Just what on earth did you do? 

A part of the changes felt weird but Clyde doesn’t know how to respond to it. Yvonne’s treatment completely changed. He never liked her as his wife but he can’t tell which of the two he prefers the most. 

Are you kidding, Clyde? The woman is a puppet of her parents! She lets them use her for convenience! She doesn’t want to divorce because that’s what her parents want, to take advantage of the emerging wealth!

And he hated Yvonne for that. He kept on telling his parents that he doesn’t want the marriage but the Evans are desperate for it. And his parents accept the offer since they want Clyde to give them grandchildren and keep the lineage of their wealth at its peak. They don’t want Clyde to just marry a woman who doesn’t come from high society. 

Yvette took her time showering. She wore one of Yvonne’s clothes again but of course, it was still one of her gifts from her. 

Wearing a sleeveless black dress hugging her figure while her long hair cascaded at the back, paired with black glasses and heels, she slowly went downstairs with a purse in her hand. 

Clyde was busy in the living room in front of his laptop and checking the data of their business when he smelled the strange perfume. 

He pushed his head up and saw his wife walking downstairs confidently like a newly crowned Queen. His lips parted. He couldn’t hide his amusement after seeing her. 

“Rodney told you about my plan. I want to use the red jaguar,” and she showed her palm. 

Clyde was still dazed when he absentmindedly took his car key from his pocket and handed it to her. 

Yvette smirked and lean forward. 

“Good boy…” and he patted his shoulder while smirking. 

“The fuck are you sayin’,” he finally came back to his senses. 

She puts her hand on the table to support her weight and tilts her head to watch the screen of his laptop. He wouldn’t lie to himself that she always checks her wife’s body a lot of times. She has creamy skin and a slim body. Her height didn’t change but there was something about her figure that slightly tickled him. She’s fit. 

Maybe because she’s working out now? She only loves to read books during her free time and she rarely does something extreme. She’s so prim and proper that even sweating is too impossible for her since she doesn’t move much. And even her dress… not that I like her old fashion because she’s too elegant but well… her fashion style made her look more superior and unbothered. 

Her scent attacked his nose and even the valley of her breast zoomed in. Clyde’s brows furrowed when he realized even the size of her boob grew bigger?

And what the fuck are you thinking, Clyde? That maybe she’s also cheating on your back and someone’s squeezing her boobs reason why they grew big? Fuck it! It’s probably hormones! 

He wanted to think that Yvonne is such an anger to see someone else behind his back but the demon in front of her is also her wife. There’s a big chance that she’s seeing another man because she’s acting differently now. 

Why am I stressing myself over this change? She can do anything she wants and the hell I care!

“Make sure to go home early,” he reminded nonchalantly and drifted his eyes back to his laptop. 

She showed the car key and waved her hand teasingly. 

“Gotta go. I won’t scratch your car. Unless I saw your mistress on the road. Just pray for her and your car’s safety coz I will make sure both will truly get a scratch…” and she laughed mischievously. 

Clyde licked his lower lip with his brows knitting while following her movements. 

God damn… she’s probably possessed by a demon. She’s acting strange…