Twinsequences Ivy (Twisted Twin #2)(2)
This time she brought Stoshua with her. I should have known she’d include him to rub it in some more, how they were living the perfect life. I knew the moment I saw him walk in the room I was about to feel unimaginable pain. Just seeing them together was like a punch in the gut. I remembered all our nights together – the time we spent as a married couple. As much as I could have looked at him the whole time, I had to bring my focus back to Willow. It was crucial to make her think I was sincere. “Hi, sis.”
I could tell from how close they were sitting Willow was uncomfortable. “Hello, Ivy.”
It was important to make myself look uneasy. They had to buy how sympathetic I was. “Thanks for coming. I didn’t think it was going to happen,” I replied sadly.
She wasn’t buying it. “What do you want?” Even her tone seemed annoyed.
I peered down and stared at their wedding rings. He’d gotten her a new one; a bigger and better design than I’d had. I clenched my jaw and tried to keep a convincing smile on my face, even though I could picture cutting off their limbs and feeding them to starving dogs. While I was rotting away in the loony bin they were off basking in happiness. “It’s weird seeing you with that on. I used to have to fight with you to get you to wear it.”
My bitch sister replied in a way to get under my skin more. “He never takes it off. Now, explain why we’re here, because we have a daughter to take care of.”
I tried to use the child as my in. “You only have her because of what I did. Can’t you appreciate how something good came out of it?”
Willow stood up, so she was above me as she spoke. “Don’t you dare say that. Whether or not you planned for things to happen, she was made out of love. Stoshua made love to me on that boat and you know it.” Willow was ready to leave. She’d had enough of me already. I wanted to laugh at her inability to withstand the inevitable truth, but refrained.
“Wait! Please!” I covered my face to keep her from seeing how amused I’d become. “I’m sorry. Please don’t go. It’s lonely here. All I do is read and sit by myself. Nobody wants to be friends in here, and the ones that do are too crazy to communicate with. Don’t you miss the way things used to be? Don’t you miss how it was when we were kids?”
The table scraped the hard floor as she sat back down. “I do miss it, but everything changed when you started deceiving me.”
I finally glanced up at both of them. “Look at you two now, though. You’re together. Will we ever be able to get past all this?”
I could tell she was torn. “I don’t know, Ivy. Too much has happened. You tried to kill us. No matter how much I miss the old you, I can never trust the one that’s looking at me right now. Trust is earned and all you’ve done is stab me in the back. We’re happy, Ivy, but we would have been sooner had you not kept us apart in high school. You seem to be forgetting this wasn’t just about what got you in trouble. For years you’d been planning to destroy my life. Yes, it worked out in the end, but that also includes you being locked up.”
I was forcing myself to cry, simply imagining them curling up together with their beautiful child. “I won’t be in here forever. Do you think one day I’ll get to meet my niece?”
Stoshua answered fast, as if nothing would change his mind. “I don’t think that’s possible. I don’t want you near my kids or my wife. If we have to leave the country, we will.”
As they began to leave, Willow said one last thing to me. “I hope you get better, Ivy. I wish things were different. You could have been an amazing aunt. We could have grown old together. This isn’t how I would of wanted to say goodbye to you.”
It was then when I knew I’d have to step up my game. I didn’t care how long it took, or what I’d have to go through, I’d ruin that bitch, and take everything she ever loved. I wouldn’t stop until she was dead, and that little family of hers was all mine.
Chapter 1
The room was a dingy hue of tan. Mismatched furniture had been arranged on every wall. The desk placed in the center was facing a long sofa and two matching chairs. Sometimes during our sessions we would sit facing each other, but when I was in the mood to chat, I’d lie down and remain focused. I didn’t enjoy this type of therapy, in fact, I didn’t very much like expressing my emotional state to people who didn’t actually give a damn, except this person was different. He cared too much.
It was necessary to abide by the rules of the institution – part of my reduced sentence. I’d been convicted of attempted murder, and conspiring to commit it.
The doctors say there is something broken inside me. They think with medication and weekly chats they’ll be able to fix what’s wrong. I say they have a degree in bullshit with a prescription pad to make people forget who they are.
The only thing wrong with me, was being forced to share who I was with another person. My twin sister took it all from me, and my plan to seek revenge had backfired. Now, she was living with my ex-husband – married to him, with a little girl I was supposed to be raising.
The plan was to take her away, because I’d never be able to carry a child myself. With the same DNA running through our veins, I’d be able to convince the world she was mine. I’d even met a man who was willing to jump through hoops to help me make it happen. Rafe – rest his soul, was not only sexy and Italian, but a genuine all around great man. It was a shame he had to die because of me.