Chapter 5

That day, the rage in his bloodshot eyes terrified me. His hands gripped my throat so tightly that, for a moment, I thought I was going to die right there in his grasp.

Finally, he let go and stood up. He put on his clothes and sneered, "If Eve hadn’t left, do you really think you’d be lying in my bed?"

I clutched my neck, coughing for what felt like forever before I could catch my breath. But I wasn’t about to give in. "Yeah," I said, "but Eve didn’t want to sleep in your bed, did she?"

His eyes flared with anger again as he glared at me.

I smirked, my voice soft, "What? Want to choke me again?"

He stormed out and slammed the door behind him.

In that moment, I realized I would never have a place in his heart, even if I had the same face as Eve.

……

Eve and I were identical twins. I was born two minutes earlier, so I got the title of "elder sister."

Most twins grew up inseparable, wearing the same clothes, styling their hair the same way, and carrying matching bags. But that wa