All Chapters of The Wrong Twin's Kiss : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

Angela POVI tried, I did. After that night, I decided to give Alex the attention he was craving. We started spending more time together, doing all the things couples do when they’re trying to make it work. We went out for dinner, watched movies, and even took a weekend trip to the coast. On the surface, everything seemed fine. We laughed, we kissed, we held each other close, but deep down, something was missing.As the days passed, the unease in my chest grew stronger, gnawing at me like an unwelcome guest who refused to leave. It wasn’t just a fleeting feeling anymore; it was a constant presence, shadowing my every thought and action. I found myself overanalyzing every interaction with Alex, searching for the connection we once had, but it always seemed just out of reach. I’d smile when he cracked a joke, but the laughter felt hollow, echoing in the empty spaces between us.Every time he reached out to hold my hand or kiss my cheek, I felt a slight hesitation, a flicker of doubt tha

Lyra’s POVThe phone call with Angela left a heavy weight on my chest, one that I couldn’t shake off no matter how hard I tried. As much as I was thrilled with how things were going with Kurtis, hearing my twin’s pain was like a cold splash of reality. I could feel her misery through the phone, her words laced with so much sadness that it seeped into my own happiness.Kurtis noticed my silence as I sat on the edge of the bed, lost in my thoughts. His warm hand slid over mine, pulling me back to reality. “Baby girl, what’s wrong?” he asked, his voice gentle yet firm, like he wasn’t going to let me brush it off. Every time he called me that, I felt so loved, but right now, the weight of Angela’s words still hung heavy on my heart.“It’s Angela,” I whispered, still processing everything she’d said. “She’s... she’s really unhappy, Kurtis. She’s stuck with Alex, a guy she met and fell off heel for him but now she feels trapped. I don’t know what to do to help her.”Kurtis frowned, his thum

Angela's POVI threw my phone across the room, watching it clatter against the wall before it finally settled on the floor. How could I have been so blind? How could I let my twin take what should have been mine? Lyra was always the quiet one, the one who lived in the shadows, content with whatever scraps life tossed her way. But now, she's the one living my life. Kurtis should have been mine, he was mine before I let him slip through my fingers. And now, he's hers.I couldn't sleep a wink all night, my thoughts racing, my anger simmering just below the surface. How had I let this happen? My twin, my other half, was living the life I was supposed to have. I could see them now, laughing together, Kurtis looking at her the way he used to look at me. It was a nightmare, but the worst part was that it was real.When the first light of dawn crept through the curtains, I forced myself out of bed. There was no point in lying there, drowning in my misery. If I couldn’t sleep, I could at leas

Angela POV I could feel the tension in my chest like a vice, squeezing tighter with every breath. Kurtis's words lingered in my mind, stirring up emotions I wasn't ready to face. How dare he speak to me like that? How dare he suggest that this was my fault? My life was falling apart, and he had the nerve to lecture me?I was about to lash out, to tell him exactly what I thought of his self-righteous attitude, when the barista called out, "Your coffee, miss."I grabbed the cup without even looking at her, my hand trembling with barely contained rage. "Kurtis, if you think for one second that you can"But before I could finish, I heard a voice behind me. "Angela?"I froze, my heart dropping into my stomach. I turned slowly, dreading what I might see, and there he was, Alex, standing just a few feet away, his eyes wide with confusion and hurt."What are you doing here?" I snapped, my voice harsher than I intended.He looked down at the coffee in my hand and then back at me, his expressi

Angela’s POVThe door clicked shut behind me, and for a moment, I allowed myself to believe that everything might just be okay. Alex’s apartment felt warm and familiar, filled with the memories of the times we’d shared. The scent of his cologne lingered in the air, mingling with the smell of coffee brewing in the kitchen. It felt almost normal.He turned to me with a small smile, gesturing toward the living room. “I made us some coffee. You look like you could use it.”“Yeah, thanks,” I replied, my voice a little shaky. I followed him to the couch, where two mugs of coffee sat on the table, steam curling up from them. He’d even put out a plate of cookies, just like he always did when we needed to talk.I sat down, taking the mug in my hands, the warmth soothing my nerves. Alex sat beside me, close but not too close, like he was giving me space. We talked about little things at first, work, mutual friends, the latest news. For a while, it felt almost like old times, like the tension be