I wasn’t. I heard him in the hallway, voice low, smug.
“Come on, twin brother,” he said on the phone, chuckling. “She’s stupid enough not to know we switch places, and even foolish not to know I was the one killing our child so she had miscarriages for the last years.”
“Come on, twin brother,” he said on the phone, chuckling. “She’s stupid enough not to know we switch places, and even foolish not to know I was the one killing our child so she had miscarriages for the last years.”
My entire body went cold.
Killing… Our child? That four miscarriages weren’t an accident?
I almost collapsed right there even though I was lying in bed.
On the other end of the call, a familiar voice—the real Lewis—laughed. A sharp, dismissive sound that sliced through whatever remained of my heart.
“Well, Nadine’s always been clueless since we were young,” he said. “Let her be.”
Maxon continued casually, as if discussing the weather: “Are you sure you won’t regret leaving her to me? You used to love her.”
The real Lewis snorted. “Honestly? No. I only wanted her back then because you wanted her. I just wanted to beat you. But now that she chose me—damn.” He clicked his tongue.