After A Coma, My Twin Sister Returns For Revenge

Let's Break Up

Zoella POV

My phone buzzed, and I saw Izzy's name light up the screen. Curiosity got the better of me, so I opened the message she sent: "He enjoyed the food and I told him about you." As soon as I read that, I tossed my phone onto the desk and buried my head under my blanket, but then it vibrated again. "HE WANTS TO MEET TOMORROW," Izzy's message blared in all caps.

That got me out of bed in a flash! I quickly typed back, "Really?" because if she was using all caps, it had to be something important.

She replied, "Just come tomorrow, to the Gutierrez mansion around four in the afternoon."

My mind raced with possibilities—was this about a job? What should I wear? Should I go for a corporate look or keep it casual? And what about my hair? Should I leave it down, curl it, or throw it up in a bun? A million questions swirled around in my head. I usually never worried about my outfits, but suddenly my closet felt like it was filled with nothing but casual clothes. Glancing at the clock, I saw it was already 11:30, so I crawled back into bed, still buzzing with thoughts.

The alarm went off around 5:45 AM, and as I blinked awake, I found myself wishing it was already seven. Time seemed to crawl as I stared at the clock, watching the seconds tick by—5:46, 5:47, 5:48. Seriously, it felt like it was moving in slow motion. After a quick shower, I glanced at the clock again, and finally, it was 6:30.

Since it was winter, I opted for my boots, pairing them with some faded blue jeans and a simple white T-shirt, topped off with my brown long coat. But then I faced the dilemma of my unruly hair. I grabbed a black rubber band and pulled my hair into a bun. It wasn't the most polished look, and I definitely wasn't feeling perfect, but I was okay with my outfit. It gave me a sense of readiness, like I could take on anything the day threw at me. With my bag in hand, I made my way to the hospital. Chloe was counting on me to help her with some physical exercises today. She had made great strides and could walk with some support, but standing for too long was still a challenge for her.

She was way too proud to rely on a wheelchair or a walker, still feeling weak but definitely on the road to recovery. Instead, she opted for forearm crutches since she had some strength in her legs, although her hip flexors and balance were giving her a tough time. That's exactly what I wanted to help her with today—getting her to find her balance. When I arrived at her room, I found it empty, so I headed to the exercise room and spotted her attempting to walk without her crutches. It was clear she was pushing herself too hard; I could see the struggle etched on her face, even though she was aware of the pain she was causing herself.

Fifteen minutes later, I made my way to the cafeteria to meet Alex after he called me. He pulled out my chair and helped me sit down, and I couldn't help but wonder what was going on in his mind. I was curious about why he suddenly decided to reach out; he usually didn't have much time for me. I started drumming my fingers on the table, lost in thought. "Why didn't you tell me?" he asked, sounding a bit annoyed.

"About what?" I replied, genuinely confused about what he was referring to.

"Why didn't you tell me Chloe had woken up?"

I was taken aback. How could he possibly know? Was that the real reason he wanted to meet with me? To end things? "Chloe is awake?" I feigned ignorance.

"Cut the act; I know you were aware of it... I've been keeping an eye on you, which is why I chose to meet you at the hospital."

I shot him a glare. "Are you stalking me?" I snapped, fighting back tears.

"Why wouldn't I? And if you refuse to let me see Chloe, I'll make sure everyone knows you were the one responsible for her accident just to get closer to me."