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Aaron leaned toward her as he spoke, his expression gentle. Then they saw me. Viola paused and clung to him even tighter while Aaron's expression turned cold, but Viola spoke first. "Eve, I didn't mean to do it. I honestly didn't know the post would turn into such a big problem. I only complained once in our dorm group chat. I don't know who took a screenshot and posted it. Please don't be angry with me. I'm sorry, alright?" Tears welled up in her red eyes as she spoke while Aaron put an arm around her shoulders. The way they did that so easily grossed me out.

“You’re thinking too much.” April let out a soft laugh, “My sister is missing. My dad is in the hospital. My mom cries every night. And you think I’m just ‘thinking too much’?” Lauren sighed, “I think you’re drowning in things you can’t control.” April looked at her, “And you’re not?” Lauren hesitated then smiled faintly, “I am. I’m just better at pretending I’m not.” That earned a small smile from April but it didn’t last. “I’m not going tomorrow,” April said suddenly.

After putting fresh flowers down, I turned around and said with a raised brow, “Didn’t we agree that you’re getting Giselle’s company? I’m getting half its value in cash.” Displeased, Ceris leaned in and whispered in my ear. “But what if I want you to be mine in return?” I didn’t give an answer, neither agreeing nor declining. Whether I could commit to her was a question for another day. Life still went on. Tomorrow would be another day. Maybe one day, I might find the courage to give marriage another try. -END-

Elena llevó a los gemelos a casa un jueves, los colocó en la cuna que había pedido prestada a una vecina y se quedó en el umbral de la pequeña habitación mirando a sus cuatro hijos: Paul en el suelo con un libro que aún no podía leer, Miguel dormido en la silla de la esquina, Ana y Leo, uno al lado del otro en la cuna, e intentó aferrarse al momento. Ella sabía, incluso entonces, que no duraría. Que la paz era temporal. Que la mentira que había contado seguía ahí, oculta bajo todo, esperando. Pero aquella tarde de jueves, con la luz entrando por las cortinas y cuatro personitas respirando en la misma habitación, se permitió creer que las cosas podrían estar bien. Por supuesto, estaba equivoc

His fists clenched tighter as he gritted his teeth. "I almost fell for it. After all these years, you've even learned to fake an illness when all you did was lie in the past? Don't fake it so well that you actually die before you even make it home!" James then threw the medical report at my face before pulling Tina away without hesitation. I only snapped out of it when Tina looked back and gave me a victorious gaze. I smiled mockingly at myself. So what if I was his biological sister? No matter what happened, it was my fault as long as Tina was involved. I was the liar.

"I-I asked around." That was a lame lie. He was a nobody now, and no one would tell him anything. That one glance sparked a realization. My phone didn't have many apps, so the couple's app that he had developed stood out. I had forgotten about it in the chaos. "I built this app for us," he'd boasted. "We'll log everything we do for each other. It'll be a treasure when we're old." I'd used it diligently, recording every moment, until he stopped logging in. I never suspected anything, but his behavior now screamed guilt.

It took me extra seconds to realize I was gawking at him. Oh My God. I quickly looked away in embarrassment, releasing my pent-up breath. Jesus. What the heck, Willow? He laughed. It was a husky, croaky sound. “Where's April?” “She…uh…she had to go home with some friends. A group project.” Those were the lies April made me memorize just in case her Father asked about her. “And you? Why didn't you go with them?” I looked at him. Something about the question felt so genuine that it almost had me tearing up.

Something sharp. Cole’s hand curled into a fist so tight I could almost feel the crescent moons his nails carved into his skin. He forced a swallow, then a smile that looked more like it belonged to a predator about to strike. “Hello,” he said evenly, though his tone carried venom. “You’re late.” I shifted beside him, instinctively rubbing my arm. Wasn’t everyone else late? Cole had told me Lloyd was already here earlier in the day. Was that a lie? Did they still share a private connection—something twin-born and eerie?

Both women sat with straight backs, their hands clasped tightly on their laps. Across from them, April sat alone, her shoulders slightly hunched, as though the weight of what she was about to say had settled on her spine. Her fingers fidgeted with the edge of her blouse, knuckles white, as she summoned the courage to speak about everything. She wasn't leaving anything out anymore. No more lies. "First, Mia," April began, her voice soft, almost trembling. "I'd like to apologize to you... for everything." Mia's brows knit in concern. She opened her mouth to respond, but April's expression was pleading. Still, Mia interrupted gently, "You don't have to apologize for anything, April. I already f

"Don't lie to me, Leora. Not anymore. You've been reporting to Simeon and Lily the entire time." I went numb. Everything inside me froze. The air was heavier, thicker. He moved another step closer to me. "You thought that I didn't recognize Lily's voice on the phone? You thought that I didn't notice your new fascination with files you weren't supposed to touch? I gave you space, Leora. I allowed you suspicion of gain. But you used it to discover my secrets." My knees nearly hit the floor. "Adrain… I didn't mean to—" "Didn't mean to betray me?" he cut in, voice harder now. "Or didn't mean to get caught?"