Lavender

Lavender

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"I'm the one that slept with your husband the day you were giving birth to the twins." She smiled. "What? But you are my sister, my twin sister. How could you do that to me?" "I know. And in case you didn't know, dear sister, I am the woman your husband is divorcing you for." ------------------------------------------------------ She was a Lavender in a every way; her smile, her skin scent was just like the fragrance of the flower. Some even said that her skin was smooth was like the petals of the Lavender. But it seems her family thought otherwise. Despite having a twin, they always treated her the least in everything. They got her pregnant and sold her to a rich man as a fishing net. After so many years of suffering, she decided to fight back. But was she going to win? Was she ever going to be free from her family's clutches, when her family was hell bent in making her life is even more worse?
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