25

Vivian

I stood frozen, my eyes stinging with unshed tears, my vision blurring as Eve's cruel words sank in.

“Did I strike a chord, hmm, sweetheart?” she taunted, her voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. All I wanted was for this nightmare to end, to escape the torment of her presence.

“I am nothing like you,” I retorted, my voice trembling with anger and defiance. But even as I said it, a flicker of doubt gnawed at me. Was I just a replica, a stand-in for the woman Nate truly loved?

“With the way you're talking, it seems you've thought about this longer than you'd like to admit. Good, because it shows you're starting to accept that you're a replica, a fake, an unoriginal,” she sneered, her eyes gleaming with malice.

Tracy stepped forward, grabbing my arm, trying to pull me away. “Viv, let's go. She isn't worth it,” she urged, her voice tight with concern. But I couldn't leave it at that. Not without getting the last word in, something to shatter Eve's confidence.

“You should ask