Chapter 2

Aria’s POV

His hands slap me hard on the face and after, he wanted to slam his fist on my cheek but somehow he miss and it landed on the wall behind me, making him whimper in pain and withdraw back.

“Ash!” He curse at me. “See what you’ve done.”

I remain on the wall, my eyes on him as I couldn’t believe he would raise his hands at me. Since we married, he had always been nice to me, and never have he once acted hostile toward me.

But, now. He wanted to punch me in the face.

“Babe, are you alright?” Susan calls his name, rushing to touch his fist. She look at his hand and started to blow her air on it. “You bitch! See what you’ve done to my darling husband.”

“Darling, husband?” I scoff not believing what my ear was hearing. This must be some kind of dream. How can this be happening? While I’m still alive?

“Babe, sorry. She’s a witch. She wants to hurt you.” Susan adds and I just walk up to her ignoring that she was still blowing her breath on Caleb’s wrist and pull her by the hair, dragging her hard as I walk along.

“I’m going to deal with you today.” I groan in my voice as I drag her along into the sitting room and throw her away on the floor. She was sent crashing to the ground smashing the table and the cake I had baked for the anniversary.

“Argh!” She cry like a child, her forehead folding in pain. Her whole body was already covered by the cake. The candlelights were as well all scattered around the room because of her fall. “What the fuck is wrong with you? You could have almost injured me.”

I scream at the top of my voice, “I plan on doing so,” before I raise the wooden chair beside me and send it flying in the air and crashing behind Susan.

She bent covering her head.

“You crazy bitch!” She rush at me and push me on the chair, making my head to slam backwards. “I’d deal with you.” She say over me but before she could gather her strength, I push her over and stand to my feet, screaming.

Caleb walk in and restrict me by the hand.

“Enough,” he commands me and my heart arched. How could he?

I pull my hand from his in rage and walked back into the kitchen, my hands swiftly pulling out an electric kettle to fill it with water.

Caleb meets me in the kitchen and grab hold of my hands again.

“What are you doing?” He ask me and I look straight in his my eyes red and my body shaking in rage. “What do you think I’m doing” I reply his question with a question and our eyes just met with no response. “Get your filthy hands off of me,” I ordered but he didn’t listen.

“Get your hands off of me!” I push him away and continued to fill the kettle. After, I set it on and wait for it to boil.

“Don’t tell me you’re preparing that to pour on her,” Caleb say to me but I remain mute, my hands on my hips as I wait patiently for the water to boil.

“You’re sick in the brain.” He say again but I just acted like none of what he said made sense to me.

“What’s she doing?” Susan walk up to the kitchen while rubbing her wrist tenderly. “Why’s she standing closer to the kettle?”

“She plans on pouring it on us,” Caleb explain and Susan hiss, slowly dusting and licking the cake debris on her blue skirt.

“Aria, sis, you’ve got to fucking grow up and let what has happened happen. I and Caleb are in love with each other and you know that.” She continues, “Instead of acting up, why don’t you do us a favor and disappear quietly?”

I look at her in rage, thinking I should pick up a knife and slice her throat out. But, I don’t want to turn out to be a murderer.

Not now that my life seems to be in a mess.

“So when has this been going on? For how long?” I chuckle annoyingly, catching my breath in between. “Not only have you taken my place in my family, you’ve come for my marriage. Have you no shame, Susan?”

Instead of a reply to me, Susan just licked her finger and rolled her eyes at me. It piss me that my lips folded.

“You’re not even real. You keep wanting to be me and take my spotlight, but you can never replace me or be me.” I mouth, looking at them both as they stood beside each other. “You’re not even of my family’s blood. You’d forever remain a stand-in replacement for me and nothing more.”

Yes, she was my sister, My fake sister I mean to say. She had been my substitute for 20 years after I was abducted when I was 5. I went through so much hardship to find my parents, but I was despised by them even after I was found. I watched my fake sister enjoying everything that should have belonged to me, wealth and honor, my parents' indulgent love, and now my husband.

I wasn’t going to let that happen not on my watch.