THE DAY I WOKE UP

NO YOU CANT BE MY TWIN!!!

"Hi, sis! It's been a long time, hasn't it?"

Wait... what? Sis?

I couldn't comprehend what she was saying. My mind struggled to process her words, but she continued without hesitation.

"So, yeah, you and I are twins. I was going to save this for later, but you pissed me off so badly I had to tell you now. But don't worry—you're no match for me. So why don't you just clear off before I call the cops?"

Her words made my blood boil, but at the same time, I couldn't believe it. A twin? I had a twin sister?

Since I was a child, I had always wished for a twin. Sure, I had Regina, but she was younger than me. I couldn't share everything with her, not in the way I longed to. That's why Lisa became so important to me—she was like the twin I never had, the sister of my heart.

But now... Lisa no longer wanted to be a part of my life. And just when I was losing her, I learned I had a real twin.

It was too much. Too sudden. Too impossible to digest.

No.

I wanted it to be a lie. I needed it to be a lie. Because if Samantha was truly my twin, then fate had played the cruelest joke on me.

"It—it's a lie, isn't it? Y—you and me—NO! YOU CAN NEVER BE MY TWIN! YOU'RE LYING!"

Samantha smirked, her voice dripping with mock pity.

"Oh, poor girl. You don't believe me? How tragic. But the sad truth is, you have a competitive, successful woman as a sister while you? You're nothing but garbage. Believe me, I despise being your sister more than you do."

I wanted this to be a nightmare—just a horrible, twisted dream. Any moment now, I would wake up in my bed, Julian beside me, and realize none of this was real.

But deep down... I knew it was the truth.

The weight of it all crushed me.

I turned and ran.

I didn't care where I was going. I just needed to get away from her, from the hospital, from the unbearable reality that had just shattered my world.

I heard Julian calling my name, his voice laced with concern, but I didn't stop. Not until I reached the hospital garden.

Only then did I collapse onto a bench, my chest heaving, my vision blurred by unshed tears.

A moment later, Julian caught up to me, breathless but determined. He knelt beside me, his warm hand finding mine, steadying me.

I didn't say anything. I couldn't.

Because I was still trying to convince myself that my worst nightmare hadn't just come true.

JULIAN'S PERSPECTIVE:

I couldn't believe it. This awful, mean witch was her sister?

At first, I thought Samantha was lying, but the moment I saw how identical they looked, I knew it was the truth. A moment ago, Gina had stood her ground, challenging Samantha with confidence, but the second she uttered the word sister, everything changed.

I saw it in her face.

I knew Gina had been in therapy for months, finally breaking free from the grip of her PTSD. She had come so far. But the look in her eyes now—it reminded me of the Gina from nine months ago.

Shattered. Lifeless. Broken into pieces.

When I arrived at the hospital and she wasn't there, I knew immediately that something was wrong. I know her too well. And as I feared, I had almost lost her.