All Chapters of My Twin Stole My Husband (Now He Wants Me Back): Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

LILA-ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-Nothing prepares you for it. Not the therapy books stacked on your nightstand, not the whispered warnings from your married friends over too many glasses of cheap wine, not even the goddamn movies where the betrayed wife always looks flawless while she hurls a vase at the cheater’s head. I swear to every fucked-up god listening, nothing in this world arms you for the moment you catch your husband balls-deep in your own twin sister.Nothing in the fucking world.No matter how many times the nightmare version of it had played on repeat in my head during those sleepless nights when Elias came home smelling like “late meetings.”Nothing prepared me for this.I stood frozen in the doorway of our bedroom, the paper bag of anniversary cookies still warm against my hip. The stupid red ribbon I had tied that morning cut into my palm as the air hung heavy with his sweat and the favorite cologne he only wore when he wanted to impress someone. This time, that someone just happe

The door creaked open wider, and I slipped past her into the familiar hallway that still smelled like lemon polish and whatever pie she had baking in the oven. Mom closed the door behind us with a quiet click, crossed her arms, and leaned against the wall like she was bracing for whatever mess I had dragged in.“This is why I told you to give birth to an heir,” she said in a flat matter-of-fact way.My tears stopped for a second, just long enough for the words to sink in like a slap I hadn’t seen coming. I knew Clara had always been their favorite—the golden twin, the bold one, the one who could do no wrong even when she left a man at the altar—but I couldn’t believe my own mother was… I stared at her, mouth dry, heart hammering against my ribs.“Are you actually putting the blame on me?” The question scraped out, small and stunned.She didn’t even blink. “If you had given birth, you would have known your standing in the marriage. An heir cements a wife’s place. It gives her purpose.

I sat in Mr. Hargrove’s office until the papers were started, signed what I needed to sign, and left with a folder tucked under my arm like it weighed nothing and everything at once. The drive home passed in the same numb blur as the drive there. By the time I pulled into the driveway the sun had dipped low, painting the front of the house in soft oranges and pinks that felt almost cruelly pretty after the day I’d had.Elias took his time coming home that night.I didn’t pace or check the clock every five minutes like I usually would. Instead I kicked off my shoes in the entryway, left the folder on the kitchen counter where he couldn’t miss it, and dropped onto the living room floor with Peanuts. The golden retriever had been waiting by the door when I walked in, tail thumping like I was the best thing he’d seen all day. I buried my fingers in his thick fur, scratching behind his ears the way he liked, and let him flop half into my lap with a happy groan.When was the last time I had