Fooled Me Twice Novels & Stories

I had no idea what was is happening to me, and I don't know who to turn to. My life is a one big fog, and I felt trapped in an endless loop. The first time this loop ended was when I met this beautiful woman when I was in college. She's the smarted person I ever met. Normal men would have fallen in love with her, but not me. I killed her.

Blinded by the what ifs that I still carried. For a while, my relationship with him, Claire and that of my parents had been ruined. Because I had been too stubborn to see what they saw. A year later here we are. Miranda having broken me for the second time. This time it’s even worse because I knew what she was deep inside and I still fell for her traps. What’s the saying; fool me once shame on you, fool me twice shame on me. It's a bitter pill to swallow knowing I was the fool that got fooled twice. It fucking hurts.

The shorter of the two men narrowed his eyes at me, tilting his head slightly to see me better. His eyes flashed with suspicion before he spoke to his taller friend."Yes, you're right. She does look like her! Now that you say it, she looks a hell of a lot like the world-famous slut. And she has a twin sister too. Damn, you're her, aren't you? Or are you the other one?"I took a slow breath, trying to remain composed. Being busted now would blow everything. I didn't even know where the auction was yet, and I hadn't even met their so-called boss. I had to roll with this.

I can’t trust it. There could be a million reasons why he was upset once he learned what was happening to me. But the one I won’t believe is that he cares about me. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.

Stumbling to a corner, I collapsed, crying without restraint. Seven years felt like an entire chapter of my life, but all I got in return for my love were nothing but betrayals. Though I wore my finest clothes, I was the most shattered person on that street. No one else could have been as miserable as I was. Nonetheless, I'd been through this kind of despair more times than I cared to count. This was the 11th time. People often claimed that misfortune wouldn't strike more than three times, but I had already gone far past that limit.

Neither of us seemed to notice. She smiled as she fed me. I smiled as I ate. From a distance, we looked like the perfect couple. But really, we were two people tied together by bitterness. After that, I started "remembering" something new every day. One day, I dragged Emily—who's terrified of heights—to go bungee jumping, because I remembered that my "wife" loved extreme sports. To keep up the act, she came down looking ghost-white and explained, "I'm not scared. I've just been overworked lately. My body's not in great shape. That's why I threw up."

You should be thanking me. An intense roaring filled my head as the cold and hard truth hit me. It was as if my world was crumbling right before my eyes. I snapped entirely. "You enjoyed playing the role of someone with speech impairment, huh?" I picked up the mop and swung it at Felicia and Aaron. "You sure are generous, Mr. Schumer. You don't seem to mind tangling with an heiress who happens to be an ordinary bottom-feeder's sloppy seconds!" Just as the mop was inches away from Aaron, Felicia shielded him. I couldn't draw the mop back in time, and all I heard was a muffled thud as the mop struck her squarely on the arm.

You aren't to bear the entire fault in that situation, of course she bears her own share. Is that the irony of it? I made her mine while she was your assistant, and you took her from me when she was mine? By the time I had finished the translations, you and her had become blatant with your disrespect. The touches, the shared secret laughs, the sudden movements whenever I entered a room, it became too much. You were my oldest friend, and you should have known how I would have reacted to the situation. Did I not follow your script?

“Please don't get mad. It was just a joke.” “Well your joke wasn't funny!” I hissed, pushing past him but I couldn't help but note that his confession surprised the other guys. I stared at the ring in my hand. This was one of the signs, right? But why did it feel like I had been fooled twice? Trapped in the wrong perception of truth?

Thinking back on it was an embarrassment: the way she pretended she loved him so much, yet made fun of his foolishness when she was with Xiao Yihan. He thought all his happiest memories were when he was with her. Even though it was all just an act, to him, those were the most joyous moments of his life. ‘Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me.’ He would never let himself be such a fool again.