Should I choose?

Chapter Twenty two

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Elly's POV

We were now seated in my room very far from each other. Mother had offered to finish her story and I was so fucking interested with what the hell happened to the twins. She had a glass of wine at hand sipping absently. She seems amazed by my room for some reason that I don't understand.

"So the story?" I asked getting impatient. The silence was killing me and I wanted to know the story. Mother blinked and shot me a sad smile before settling her glass on my study table sighing.

"Yeah. Your father and I were very happy. We felt your first kick in my tummy. You both were very energetic it seems." She chuckles slowly confusing me more. " I was the one who came with the idea that I wanted my kids to live like Royals. Your father and I employed maids, butlers and bodyguards just awaiting your arrival. This made us look more rich than we already were earning people's interest. One day when we were back from clinic, your father didn't seem to be himself. I asked him if he was okay but he said he was just exhausted. I wish he hadn't lied to me." She sniffed and I knew something bad happened after that.

"What happened?" I asked and this time she narrated with tears in her eyes.

"When the day to give birth arrived, I was so happy and nothing could've changed that. I gave birth to two kids...or so I thought a day full of hope and joy. Immediately I had given birth the doctor injected me and I drifted to sleep. When I woke up, your dad was sobbing sitting besides me. I panicked and asked where the kids were and he pointed at you. I was almost relieved when I remembered you were supposed to be twins. When I asked him where your brother was, he hugged me and asked me to calm down. Just how the fuck was I supposed to calm down without seeing my baby, you tell me baby, HOW!?" She chocked her voice low to a whisper and she was sobbing profusely.

I walked to her and without thinking, wrapped my arms around her. The fact that I was to have a twin brother who God knows what happened to him, made me cry along with her.

"Where was he? What happened to him?" I asked my voice breaking and my heart beating faster than ever before.

"He died." And she broke down completely. She was shaking and I could feel her heart beating faster than mine. I, on the other hand didn't know what to do. I just realized I had a twin brother and that he is dead?

"How? When?" I couldn't hear my own voice at this point. She wiped her tears before she continued.

"After a few weeks, he suffered from TTTS, Twin-to-twin transfusion syndrome your father knew about it but didn't tell me because he knew I was going to be heartbroken. It didn't help, trust me baby I tried being there for him. I did everything as a mother and a doctor. I gave him so much attention that I forgot about you. But I couldn't save him. Because of me, your brother is no more Elly baby. Because of my weird and complicated placenta, your brother isn't here with us. Because of me, you lived a life without a mother. I am the worst, and I know you hate me for that and it's okay. I just want to be near you. I lost one that day and ended up losing both of you. I still remember, he looked so peaceful when sleeping." She was shaking. A crying mess and I can't say least about me.

"Where have you been all those days? Why didn't dad tell me anything about you or my twin brother? Why didn't he ever mentioned you and why haven't I ever met you before?" I had a series of questions by now. She gave me an apologetic smile.

"I told him not to tell you about it, I knew you would feel disappointed that your mother couldn't save your brother. After his funeral I stayed with you for some months but the more I saw you, the more guilty I felt. I told your father I needed space. The social media wasn't giving us any peace either. We shut down all our social media platforms and stayed far away from the public attention. We sued every journalist who tried to say something about us and soon they fucked off. I went for a little vacation to free my mind but no. When I saw mothers with their kids playing and having fun, it triggered something in me and before I knew it, I was suffering from Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) with dissociative disorders and acute stress reaction." She paused and took a deep breath before she continued.