“Are you still mad?” Eva’s voice cut through the silence as she unlocked the front door.Shawn didn’t respond. His jaw was set, tension radiating from every muscle in his body. He stepped inside, shrugging off his jacket and tossing it onto the back of a chair.Eva followed him, her eyes darting to him. She tried once more, this time softening her tone. "I'm sorry, you shouldn't have gone tonight. It stirred up too much, didn't it?"Shawn finally spoke. His voice was low and heavy with frustration. "I shouldn't have gone, period." He ran a hand through his hair. "Norman's audacity." He trailed off, his head shaking in an attempt to remove the memory."You can't let him get to you like this," Eva said carefully, closing the door behind her.He turned sharply to face her, his eyes hard. "You saw him, Ava. You heard him. He's acting like the victim, acting like an apology erases everything.""He looked genuine," Eva offered, keeping her voice steady, even though her pulse quickened. "May
Eva's breath deepened, her heart racing in the search for words. Shawn's gaze was burning a hole in her skin, waiting for her answer, suspicion thick in the air that it nearly choked her.“Well,” Eva began slowly, her fingers nervously twisting the hem of her blouse. “Two years is a long time, Shawn. I’ve met a lot of people. Give me a second to remember…” She hesitated, pretending to think hard. She couldn’t afford to slip up. Not now.Shawn’s brow furrowed. “It shouldn’t be that hard to remember meeting someone like Norman.”"I'm trying," she said with a tight smile. "It's not like he left an indelible mark." She paused, then exhaled as though something had just risen to the surface of her memory. "Oh, yes. It was at a party. In Italy. I was there for an investor. Norman was at that party, too."Shawn's eyes narrowed. "A party?""Yes," Eva said, her voice now a little surer, the lie starting to take form. "It was a large gathering, very formal. We didn't talk much, just a brief enco
Eva took a deep breath as her fingers tightened on the edge of the table while her eyes flickered to the clock. She wanted the meeting to run as fast as possible so she could call Ryan back. His frantic voice on the missed calls and that ominous text from earlier just wouldn't let go of her conscience. Yet, she couldn't get up and leave right now. “Ladies and gentlemen,” Eva started, her voice steady despite the turmoil inside, “today we’re unveiling our latest jewelry designs. The team has worked tirelessly to create a collection that embodies both elegance and innovation.”Then her design team came in, and with the board, they went through several dazzling slides of intricate necklaces, modern, bold rings, each one sparkling on the screen. The presentation was flawless and had the board members nodding, their interest sparked. Eva was supposed to feel proud to be on the receiving end of such impressed looks; today, she was so dislocated. Her mind fluttered to the tone of Ryan's vo
Ryan, open up!" Eva's hysterical voice rose shrill and pounding on the door of his apartment.A click sounded in the lock, and it creaked wide enough for Ryan's white haggard face to appear and, in an instant, drew Eva in and slammed shut the door.“Ryan, what's wrong? You sounded…." Eva's voice trailed off as she took in the disarray around her: papers were scattered across the floor, his laptop sat open on the table, the screen glowing with lines of emails and messages."They know, Eva," Ryan blurted, shaking. "They know about my transcript. It's over."Eva froze, furrowing her brow. "What are you talking about? What transcript?”Ryan ran a hand through his rumpled hair, pacing back and forth. "The one from high school. The fake one. The grades I-" He paused, the swallow audible in his throat. "The grades I changed to get into that scholarship and also the internship"Eva's stomach hit the floor. "What? Ryan, no. That was so long ago. How could they possibly…”"They have proof!" he
You've really outdone yourself this time, Samantha," Eva hissed as she pushed open the office door, heels clicking sharply against the marble floor.Samantha looked from her desk, her perfectly manicured fingers playing with a pen. The woman did not bat an eye but had a smug smile oozing across her face."Eva," Samantha greeted her, her voice all sickly sweet. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"Eva slammed the door shut behind her. "Don't play games with me; you leaked Ryan's secret, didn't you?" Eva spat, giving her an icy stare.Samantha leaned back in her chair, crossing her legs lazily. "Ah, Ryan. Always barging in where it doesn't belong. He really ought to learn when to back off.""Answer me!" Eva snapped loudly in the room.Samantha's smile spread across her face. "Alright, alright. Guilty as charged. But don't pull such a surprised act, Eva. You ought to have known better. That was expected.”The hardness in Eva's face heightened. "You have ruined his life! Do you even understan
"You have a lot of explanation to do, young lady!" Richard thundered the moment she stepped into the mansion hallway, the heels of her shoes echoing their resonance on the glassy marble floor; she had hardly entered when he starting lashing out at her "Dad," Eva began with growing difficulty.”"Do not attempt to justify yourself!" His cold, icy eyes appeared to narrow further as he jerked toward his study. "Follow me. Now."She hauled hard up into the top of her mouth with her jaw and clamped it shut to avoid snapping at anyone. This wasn't going to go well and she knew it all the way from when that phone had rung. Samantha's face swam across her brain, smirking. Her gut flipped a turn and the concrete leg weights trailed along behind her father as she padded after him into the study.Leather and stale whiskey thickened the air with a heavy quality, testament to Richard's control. He moved behind his big mahogany desk, the fingers of one hand closing over the edge, as if he held onto
Eva pulled her coat tighter the moment she came out into the cold wind nipping immediately at her cheeks. She shivered, not from the chill but from the queasy feeling left in her stomach after the events that morning: tension at home, chaos at the board meeting, sharp words from her father, the endless web of complications with Ryan and Samantha. It was just too much."I cannot go back to work this way," she muttered, her breath fogging in the crisp air. Usual determination to overcome adversity weakened. Today was already bad enough; now going into the office in this condition was sure to invite questions she could not answer.A few blocks later, she found herself in front of a small café nestled at the corner of the street. That small beacon of warmth was just about opposite to the gray overcast sky. Feeling it was about time for some quiet, she pushed the door open as comforting scents of coffee and fresh bakeries enveloped her."Good afternoon," the waiter greeted her with a brig
Eva stepped into the coolness of the bathroom, shutting the door softly behind her. She stood a moment leaning against the sink, staring at her reflection. The water of her shower was so hot, nearly scalding, and yet she could still feel the chill in her bones from the emotional weight she had carried through the day. Everything had gone by now in a blur: of discussions, confrontations, and unspoken fears; the schemes and threats of Samantha and icy indifference of her father; the surprise meeting with Norman-all had at last wearied her and detached her from the world.Their encounter at the café, especially with Norman, had stuck in her head as some disturbing thought that would never let itself be dissipated. Why had he reached out after everything that had gone down? And why, despite every screaming warning in her gut, was she torn between helping him and keeping herself as far away from him as possible? She didn't know, and that ignorance weighed heavily upon her, adding to the t
"Ready for another tiring day, Mrs. Darlington?" Shawn teased, opening the car door for Eva, a wide grin on his face.Eva forced a small, weak smile and tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear. "Do i have a choice.” She replied in a tired tone.She stepped out of the car, holding her purse close to her side. The air was cool that morning, though the weight inside her chest had her feeling constricted. About to return to Shawn's cheerful banter, she suddenly froze.Ava leaned against her car casually, that bright smile of hers blazing like a spotlight toward them as she stood in the parking lot."Good morning!" Ava called cheerfully, her voice as sweet as sugar as she sauntered toward them.Eva's heart quickened as she found herself clutching at her purse. ‘What is she doing here?’"Eva!" Shawn exclaimed, still blind to any of the tension between the women."Good morning. Good to see you.”"Good morning, Shawn," Ava said with her eyes dancing momentarily onto Eva. "And good morning t
Just as Shawn and Eva sat in the living room, chatting over their evening tea, the doorbell jingled. Their attention went to the main entrance as the sound came up. Madam Tess, ambled toward answering the door grumbling discontentedly with the uninvited guest. Eva's heart leaped high-she had been uptight all day, waiting for Ava's next move. She tightened her grip on the teacup while her stomach churned. “Who could this be at this hour? Are you expecting someone?”"Relax," Shawn said, chuckling at her rigid pose. "It's probably a deliveryman; someone must have sent something.” Then they heard the door open and Madam Tess's voice full of surprise: "Oh! Miss Eva, what a lovely surprise."Eva's blood froze. She put down her tea on the table, trembling; that rattling sound very loud against the stillness of the room. ‘What's she doing here?’Shawn's head jolted, a brilliant smile lighting up his face. "Eva? Really?"No sooner were the words off his lips than Ava appeared in the doorway
"Ma'am, are you all right? You've been staring at that screen for ten minutes now," Amelia, one of her employees who brought a report to her office, ventured to ask warmly.Blinking a few times, Eva forced a bright smile onto her face as she quickly minimized the open blank document on her computer that she had seemed to be working on. "I'm fine," she said, but her tone wasn’t convincing. And dismissed her.She was not okay. The storm brewing in her mind for the last couple of days crashed on her ceaselessly. Every time she met Shawn's gaze, her gut roiled with overwhelming guilt and hurt seriously gnawing at her insides. He had slept with her sister, cheated on her without realising, and she couldn't do anything.Her hands had formed into fists under the desk. “It wasn't his fault,” she reminded herself for what must have been the hundredth time. “He didn't know. He couldn't have known.”But that didn't make it one whit easier to bear.Eva thought of the weekend: Shawn had seemed ful
"They think they can control me" Ava growled low in her throat, pacing the small hotel room. Her heels clicked against the floor, her anger simmering, threatening to boil over at any moment. She came to a stop, hands clenching on the edge of the desk in front of her. Her reflection stared back at her from the mirror over it, green eyes wild with frustration and hurt.And in Ava's head, those words re-echoed in her mind in an endless feedback-the words deeply engraving in her mind one word after another."You're a disappointment. You dragged the family name in the mud. You've done enough damage.”She snorted, her voice thick with resentful arguments so bitter. "I've done enough damage? Really?" Ava shook her head, the laugh that finally came out seemingly cutting her throat. "Eva stole everything from me, and I am the one that's done enough damage?It was injustice, seared in fire, and she found no room for reason. She hunched backward into her chair, shaking, her hands covering her fa
Eva slumped onto the couch in the living room. Immediately, she was convulsed by unchained sobs as her composure snapped into a thousand pieces. Hiding her face between shaking hands, that tidal wave of reality engulfed her-cold-blooded betrayal by a sister."I just can't believe it," Eva whispered, her voice breaking at last. "She's going to ruin everything… everything I worked hard to build. She'll destroy my life.”Eleanor fell on her knees beside her daughter and laid a reassuring hand on her knee. "Eva, sweetheart, don't cry; we'll work this out.”"Sort this out?" Eva's head jerked up, her tear-streaked face contorted in a grimace of anguish. "How, Mother? Ava's hell-bent on taking Shawn from me. You think she'll stop after what she just pulled? She won't!"Richard was pacing furiously beside the fireplace, hands clasped tightly behind his back. "That girl… she's gone too far this time. I should have never let her come back into this house after what she pulled.”"Richard!" Elea
Ava drove up the driveway in Eva's sleek car up to the mansion looming ahead-the Wadsley mansion. Her fingers around the steering wheel tightened with each second passing while her heart was pounding, yet not a ripple crossed her face. She didn't want to show them that she was scared. Inside, Eva stood at her window in her silk robe and watched the car pull in. There she saw her twin sister driving in behind the wheel of her car. She felt her blood boil as she stormed out of the house, heels clattering on the marble floor.Scarcely had Ava stepped out of the car when Eva descended upon her, a mask of fury upon her face.“How dare you?" Eva's voice cut through cold morning air. "You went out with Shawn and spent the night at his house, our house, and you waltz up in here in my car like nothing's wrong?"Ava got out of the car, shut the door with calculated calm, her face unreadable. "Good morning to you too, Eva.”"Don't you dare play coy with me!" Eva spat, advancing on her, her fing
Thin curtain shades allowed morning sun to streak the room in patches of gold. Ava stirred, weighed down by exhaustion, yet her mind was in a marathon leading to the opening of her eyes. And then all the pieces fit together-the way Shawn had touched her, the things he said, the manner in which he had looked at her like she was the only female on this earth.She turned her head slightly, and her gaze fell on Shawn's sleeping form beside her, with his arm possessively flung across her waist. 'It really happened' -the thought slammed her heart against her chest.The phone lying next to the bed slicing through the silence of the room. She carefully reached to get it-not wanting Shawn to wake. The screen blinked through texts and calls-all from Eva and her mom and dad."Ava, call me right this minute!""What the hell are you doing with Shawn?""Do you know what kind of mess you're putting us in?" All from Eva.“Ava please, stop this nonsense and come back home” from her mom. But the latt
"She's not coming back, is she?" Eva's voice shook, pacing the length of her parents' living room, fists clenched. She could hardly hold back the burning rage that ran through her veins. "Can you imagine what she's doing, Mom? She is with my husband at this very moment. Pretending to be me!"Her mother, Eleanor Wadsley, waved airily from the couch. "Eva, be still. Ava would do nothing to hurt you. She is your sister—"Don't say that!" Eva snapped, whirling to glare at her mother. "She is not the Ava we used to know. She's selfish, conniving, and… and she doesn't care who she hurts anymore. She left Shawn on the altar, remember? She didn't want him, and now she's back acting like she can just waltz into my life and take everything from me!"The scowl on Eleanor's face softened to concern. "She's still your twin, Eva. Whatever is happening there has to be a reason. Maybe she just-""Don't make excuses!" Eva exclaimed sharply, her voice rising. "You don't understand-she isn't just 'being
"How is she so shameless?" Ava muttered as she viewed from the second floor window of the company building. Her eyes were fixed in the parking space below, where Eva was standing beside Shawn.He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss against Eva's lips. She laughed, the sound light and warm, and set a hand to his arm as she said something Ava couldn't hear. Shawn laughed at it.Jealousy, like fire, had burned within Ava as her chest felt constricted, her fists clutching into the sill. That was supposed to be her life. She should be experiencing this happiness. If only she hadn't run away on that wedding day, it would be her, he adored now.‘You gave that all up, Ava,’ said the bitter voice within her mind, ‘but that does not mean that you can't take it back.’The thought sat there, all dark and alluring. If they could convince an entire company with their resemblances and they didn't notice the switch of management, why couldn't she do the same thing with Shawn and take what was original