Eventually Yours

89 ✽

Manhattan, New York City

~Ophelia

I stepped up to the front stairs of the house.

This man must be loaded.

No shit, he paid three million good American dollars for someone else's sperm, my conscience chided.

I shook my head and adjusted the strap of my bag across my shoulder.

Moment of truth.

I pressed the doorbell and waited. It didn't take long for it to open. And when it did, I was staring right at Breanna. My pulse raced.

“Breanna?”

Her eyes rolled as a smile spread on her face.

“Third time this week. But don't worry, I'm going to the salon after work and the mix-up won't be happening anymore.”

Not her then?

“Aubree, Breanna's twin sister” she extended a hand. “You've clearly been living under a rock” she laughed.

Definitely not her.

This twin seemed capable of achieving a perfect center hit. When I didn't shake her hand she withdrew her hand.

“So much for being nice.”

I blinked and smiled.

“Oh, I'm sorry. It's just that you two look so much alike I... I was staring wasn't I?”

“I'm the prettier one but everyone's entitled to have opinions” she shrugged.

Well... she's bold.

“Ophelia” I extended my hand.

She eyed it for two seconds, then shook her head.

“You had your one chance, and you blew it.”

My kind of bold.

I smiled.

“So, how may I help you?” she asked.

"Is this the house of Mr. Beckett Lewis?”

“Yes, I'm his wife.”

The new wife...

“Is he home? I'd like to speak with him.”

“Yes, he is. And since inviting you in is something my sister would likely do because it's an admirable trait, please, do come in” she smiled, stepping aside to let me in.

Oh damn! These people live large!

“You have a beautiful home” I commented.

“Thank you“ she smiled genuinely at me. “So what is this about?”

I looked away from the eye-catching framed wedding picture on the wall.

“Pardon?”

“Wanting to speak to my husband. What is it about?” she repeated.

I can't tell you.

“I'm sorry but it's private,” I told her.

She folded her arms.