My Husband's Twin/ Jimmy and Jey Uso

Why Are You So Obsessed With Me?

I feel elated now that Jon and I have reestablished our bond. Last night was an exhilarating experience filled with the passion I had been yearning for; it felt like a wonderful reunion. His kisses on my neck, the way his hands roamed my body, and the gentle affection he offered made me realize just how deeply I longed for his love. This is the kind of love I've always envisioned.

I stirred awake this morning just after 9, greeted by the golden rays of sunlight streaming through the window. The trees outside were ablaze with vibrant hues of red, orange, and brown, signaling the arrival of autumn. The tantalizing aroma of sizzling bacon wafted up from the kitchen, pulling me from my cozy slumber. I swung my legs over the side of the bed, made my way to the bathroom, and quickly brushed my teeth, eager to indulge in a delicious breakfast.

As I descended the stairs, a joyful smile lit up my face. "Good morning, sweetheart! I had no idea you were whipping up breakfast," I exclaimed. In an instant, he spun around, and my heart sank. The figure I had called out to wasn't Jon; it was Josh. He wore the apron I had gifted Jon two years ago for his birthday. "Hey there, gorgeous. I decided to take over breakfast so you could relax," Josh replied, beaming at me. Confused, I asked him what he was doing here. He simply smiled and said, "I came to see my girl, and that's you."

I confronted him, declaring that he had completely lost his grip on reality. I warned him that if he didn't leave, I would have no choice but to call the police. Josh met my gaze, shaking his head with a smirk. "I wouldn't recommend that if I were you. You might end up putting the ones you care about in danger," he replied. I stood frozen by the stairs, my mind racing for a solution. I had left my phone upstairs, and my threat to call the cops had been nothing but a bluff. The only option left was to hit the button on the security keypad to summon help.

I cautiously approached the front door, my eyes locked on the security keypad, ready to hit the large red button at the bottom to summon the police. Just as I was about to act, a knock echoed through the silence. "Nicole, it's me, Marie," came the familiar voice from outside.

I completely lost track of the fact that I was chatting with my sister earlier, who had planned to swing by with a slice of the red velvet cake she baked. Just as I was about to call out for assistance, Josh dashed in from the kitchen, clamping his hands over my mouth with a firm grip that made it nearly impossible for me to shake him off.

"Nicole?" Marie called out from the front porch, her voice bright and cheerful, a stark contrast to the turmoil swirling inside me. I could hear the creak of the old wooden boards beneath her feet, the familiar sound that usually brought me comfort now only heightened my anxiety.

Josh, his presence looming behind me, swiftly pulled his hands away from my mouth, his grip shifting to my ponytail. The sudden movement sent a jolt of fear through me, and I felt the cold metal of the knife he held pressed against my back, a chilling reminder of the danger I was in. "Listen carefully," he hissed, his voice low and menacing. "If you scream or make a sound, I have this knife right behind you, and I won't hesitate to use it." His words dripped with malice, and I could feel the tension in the air thickening. "Tell your sister to leave."

Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and unrelenting, as I fought to stifle my sobs. The fear was suffocating, wrapping around me like a vice. With the blade threatening my back, I knew I had to play along, to keep Mare safe. I took a deep breath, trying to steady my shaking hands, and cautiously opened the front door, the hinges creaking in protest.

"Hey sis! I brought that red velvet cake you wanted. Is it okay if I come in and set it on your kitchen table?" Mare chimed, her southern drawl warm and inviting, a sound that usually filled me with joy but now felt like a cruel reminder of the normalcy I was desperate to cling to.