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Two Men, One Choice
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2026-06-08 21:05:00
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Wrong Mrs. Vale Before Him, It Was Always Us.
Leyla's Pov~Continued...I can't face her so it's easier staring at the blanket. She touches my chin softly, lifting my head. "Hey, look at me," she pleads.When I do, she gives me a small nod. "Talk to me, babes."I swallow, long and hard. "Mr. Vance... he tried..."I see it immediately as she closes her eyes tightly and exhales deeply. She knew. Always knew what kind of man her boss is. "He sexually assaulted me," I blurt out, the words burning my lips. "Out of anger, I might have said something that made him realise that it wasn't you all along. I know I messed up the swap, I just couldn't help it. And that's when he tried to force his way through, saying he could sue us both for criminal impersonation.""What did you do?" Her expression hardens into something scary, she looks ready to kill."I might have hit him with a vase," I mutter my voice trembling. "But that's not the scary part, Alora. Even after he passed out... I kept hitting him. Over and over again. I couldn't stop.
Wrong Mrs. Vale The Cost Of One Good Day
Leyla's Pov The worst part is the waiting. Not for George's trial or the cops. I'm waiting to find out if I ruined all of our lives in 10 seconds flat. I sit alone in the hospital room, staring at the clock mounted above the television. 1:18PM. The seconds tick by, and my stomach twists with every single beat. A nurse walks past the open door, glancing inside for a brief second. I immediately looked away, fixing my eyes on the floor. The police had already taken my statement. Twice even. The paramedics had asked their questions three different times. Yet, every single time footsteps approach the room, my pulse jumps into my throat. I stand and close the door. Then, my gaze drifts down to my hands. They're clean now, but if I close my eye I can still feel the weight of the vase. My phone vibrates. It's Alora, again. I just stare at her name until the screen starts to dim. A few hours ago, she had called me, sounding breathless and relieved, to tell me George was coming home
Wrong Mrs. Vale You Should Call Her
Alora's Pov George looks thinner as the orange jail uniform hangs off him, and the dark circles under his eyes make him look like he hasn't slept in weeks. How can anyone though? My stomach twists. Five days. That's all it took. Five days behind bars, and my little brother already looks like someone I barely recognize. I clasp my hands together under the table to stop them from shaking as our lawyer flips through his notes. Across the room, the prosecutor stands. The judge adjusts her glasses and glances down at the papers in front of her. The entire courtroom falls silent as we wait for the sentence. I stop breathing. PLEASE LORD... JUST THIS ONCE. The judge closes the file. "Having reviewed the evidence before this court, I find that the prosecution has failed to establish sufficient grounds to proceed." Nobody moves or even blinks. She continues. "Therefore, all charges against George Blackwood are dismissed effective immediately." For a second, I genuinely think I
Wrong Mrs. Vale Two Men, One Choice
Alora's PovSleep refuses to come.I stare at the ceiling until the shadows start looking like faces. Then, I check my phone.10:17 PM.I groan. Leyla still isn't home, probably because of our riff earlier on or work. Either way, I just know it's going to be a long night. I throw the blanket aside and sit up.The apartment is quiet except for the hum of the refrigerator and the occasional rush of traffic outside.Usually, I'd write. Writing always helps.I grab my laptop on the nightstand and open my manuscript.Read the same sentence once, twice. Six times.Nothing.The cursor blinks, waiting in mockery. After ten minutes, I've written exactly four words and deleted all four."Ughhhhh! Forget it," I slam the laptop shut.The problem is'nt writer's block, It's Lucien. Every time I close my eyes, I see him. His office, that contract.I grab a pillow and throw it across the room. It hits the wall, and I feel exactly zero percent better.Maybe fresh air will help. Or caffeine, or even
Wrong Mrs. Vale What Have You Done With My Twin?
Alora's Pov Lucien doesn’t sit. He circles his desk slowly, studying me like I'm a puzzle he solved years ago. Seeing my name on that folder makes my stomach grumble. I hate it here. “How long were you planning to lie to me?” “I wasn’t lying,” the lie sounds weak even to me. “Leyla is busy, so I filled in because we don’t have much time.” "She was invited, and you weren't.” He move toward the window, hands in his pockets. “But you didn’t correct my secretary." I stay quiet. “George’s file answered a question I've had for years. Once I saw who his family was, I knew you'd show up eventually.” Everything I'd planned to say disappears. Just like it always used to. Lucien always had a talent for making me feel seventeen again. And I hate him for it. His eyes settle on me. “I was curious how long it would take.” The office suddenly feels smaller. "Why are you here, Lo?" The nickname hits harder than it should. I haven't heard it in years. "What's your game here?" he
Wrong Mrs. Vale Check!
Alora's Pov Our plan is already in motion by dawn. Unfortunately, so is my anxiety. I get lost twice trying to find Lucien's office. It's not the directions. In fact, Leyla is whispering them into my ear with the patience of a saint through our video call. It's the building. The glass corridors feel like a maze designed to unsettle you, reflections folding into one another until I didn't know which way was out. "Left now,” Leyla says through my earpiece. “The small door beside the massive one.” I turn right, and a sigh crackles through the speaker. "Your other left." "I knew that." "You absolutely did not." "I had a fifty-fifty chance." "Well, you failed the fifty." I roll my eyes. "Small door beside the giant one. That's the elevator." This time, I find it. "See?" I say. “I’ve got it,” I lie, wiping my damp palms on my dress. “Alora, if you want us to stop...” “I don’t.” The elevator opens onto the top floor. It’s actually quieter up here. "There
Wrong Mrs. Vale Let Me Marry Him
Alora's Pov I don't let Leyla finish. I just can't. The moment she says Lucien Vale's name, my stomach drops. I grip the bedsheets so hard my knuckles turn white. "No." My voice comes out sharper than I intend. "Alora..." "No." I sit up so fast the blanket tangles around my legs. "You
Wrong Mrs. Vale Till tomorrow
Leyla's Pov By my fourth visit, I'm invisible. The secretary doesn't even look up; she just acknowledges my presence with a cold, silent stare before returning to her typing. I stand there a second too long, waiting for a "hello" that isn't coming. To her, I’m just the stripper sister of the man
Wrong Mrs. Vale I Get Things Done
Leyla’s Pov "Hey girl," Mira taps my shoulder. "Heard about your brother. Sorry about that.""Linda and her big mouth," I mutter, slipping off my heels."What?" I force a smile. “Nothing. Thanks but he’ll be out soon.”Mira snorts. “I’d say ‘thoughts and prayers,’ but those don’t usually beat mur
Wrong Mrs. Vale Poor Georgie
Alora's Pov"Chris!" I hiss as my body stiffens under the sharp, blinding spike of agony shooting up my heel. Hopping on one foot and clutching my toes, I glare down at the culprit. It's the jagged, green plastic dinosaur. Of course, it had to be the one toy designed like a medieval weapon.“Fanta
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