"So how does a 'real wife' suppose to behave huh? Tell me Mr. I know everything!" I screamed and he started walking towards me.
"Start learning woman," he said and before I got a chance to interpret what he said, he pulled me toward him and kissed m...
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I'm not happy.
The fact that I used my sister to get what I want, makes me feel bad, really bad.
When my mother confused me with Emma and sent me to be the wife of Leon, I had a boyfriend, Jimmy. And I wasn't ready to throw everything we had just because I was sent into a marriage which wasn't even mine.
The attitude of Leon, moreover, was something I couldn't support anymore. I had my limits.
And when those limits were pushed is when I manipulated Emma to replace me.
To be honest, I was happy when she went there and my plans with Jimmy were working out smoothly. But when that day Leon found out the truth and threw Emma in the streets, I started to regret it.
I wanted to help her, but my stupid pride got better of me. That image of her crying on the doorsteps is still stuck in my head and sometimes it makes it impossible for me to get some sleep at night.
When I finally got the courage to correct my mistakes, it was too late. She had moved away.
Up until now, my mother doesn't know that I am Emily instead of Emma. And when she insults me thinking it is Emma, I want to tell her the truth about everything, but I am afraid.
Afraid of her reaction. She would never want to see me again. Maybe if Emma were here, she would have helped me out to tell her everything because she is the only one who gets along with her. But me, she would despise me forever.
I know it is being selfish but I lost a father and a sister, I don't want to lose my mother as well.
Nevertheless, I can't help but to worry about Emma. Where did she go? Is she fine? But most importantly, is she still alive?
"Why do you look lost, dear?" Mother asked me frowning. I gave her a small smile and told her I was fine.
Me and Jimmy were at my mother's so that her grandchild could visit her. Yes, I have a daughter, Alina, who is three years old.
Speaking of the devil, she came running to me showing me her newest discovery.
"Mommy, look what I found!" She held up her small delicate hands and showed me a flower.
"That my princess is a flower called a daisy."
"Ohh," She inspected it more closely like she was trying to uncover something out of the flower.
"Alina, come outside I have something for you." Her father calls her out and I follow her outside and we sit on the table in the garden, where we're going to have lunch.
"Oh, I forgot my phone inside. You start without me, I will be back in a few seconds." I got up and went back inside. I grabbed it from the couch and when I was about to return outside, something caught my eyes.
