Book 2: Deja Vu

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Justine's.

"Who and what the fuck is that Joey?! Are you pulling some strings in here, bro?!"

When Emma or rather Emma's Imposter left the meeting, I promptly headed to Joey and clenched his collar pinning to the wall, I was confused yet mad at my brother. I feel like he was messing around with me and not respecting my wife's reputation.

"Let me explain first you little brat! You're cranking out my suit for gosh sake!" Joey announced as I pushed him away from me, brushing my hair upwards.

"I wasn't expecting you to react like that." Joey fixes his suit.

"Then how do you want me to react? To be surprised and glad?! Fuck no!" I yelled at him and I was about to take my step to him but he halted me.

"Alright, fine, fine. I get it that she looks exactly like Emma but she's not your Emma and I don't want you to make fun of or draw any pranks on you. Look, she will be a great help to your kids alright, and I know how they miss their mom, and she can be you know... substitute for Emma." Joey clarifies his proposal to me.

"No one can replace Emma with our kids, Joey. This is such a waste of time. And I'm sorry, Joey, but I will decline your suggestion for my children." I told my brother as I exited the room but soon I was out, Joey spoke.

"Be reasonable here, Justine. This is not about the relationship between Emma, but Ms. Olsen could bridge again the love of their mother, as well as you. Consider it, Justine. She will just teach your children, and if you don't want her to be close to you, then I will tell her."

After he spoke, I got out of the room and my mind was in the train of thoughts about Joey's opinions.

Maybe I was just muddled when I saw a carbon copy of my wife but in reality, she isn't Emma. And I miss her right now. The dreams I've conceived, the confrontations of Emma, and the acceptance which I cannot put up with, it's all coming back to my big brain again.

"Are you alright, Young Mistress?" Taylor asked me when I didn't realize I was at the lobby now.

"I'm alright, just getting dizzy that's all." I retorted to him.

"You really should not pull out your arm sling and ditch your medicine on time, Young Mistress. Do you want me to call some ambulance?" Taylor scolded me and I stopped him.

"No need for that, Taylor. I will drink my pills on the plane. Where're my twins?" I asked as we're now heading to our car.

I was distracted when I saw a red-haired lady on the street, helping a little girl to get up. I was surprised it was the imposter. She was smiling at the child and the girl was happy with her presence.

I was completely watching Emma with red dye hair and a younger version of her, very approachable to the children. She even copied my wife's famous nose scrunches.

How dare she be?

"Young Mistress?" I was taken aback when Taylor called me out. When I looked at him he seemed worried about me, and when I looked back to the streets, the red-headed woman was already gone.

"Are you sure you're fine, Young Mistress? We can go back inside and call the Young Master about your dizziness." Taylor suggested and I shook my head side to side.

"No, just take me to my kids, and go home already. I wanted to visit Emma at the graveyard." I commanded him as I heard his yes to me.

We got into our car and we proceeded to the hotel where we're staying for a while here in New York.

"Mama!" The twins run towards me and I kneel my knees to level their height.

"Careful of you two little bugs, mama is still wounded." It told him and they assisted me to go on the couch.