I slapped a hand over my mouth again, tears already blurring my sight.
I always fought with Maxon. We clashed about everything. He was the playboy. The troublemaker. The boy who pushed my buttons until I screamed.
But never—not once—did I imagine he would do this to me.
Maxon continued on the phone: “By the way, Grandma wants us home for her birthday. She warmed up fast when she heard you—well, Maxon, came back from the dead. Can’t believe it. She always hated me and said would not even give me my inheritance!”
Lewis snorted. “Of course she did. After all, she’d been missing Maxon when she thought you died. But for Lewis, she’s going to hand me the company. For that party, I’ll be Lewis. We keep switching. Family matters—we play our parts. But when it comes to the sisters, we switch depending on the situation but I should always be with Victoria. Victoria hates it when I’m with Nadine.”
They both laughed. My vision swam. I just didn’t know what else to do. How could they do this to me?
A tear slipped down my cheek. Then another and another.
Just then, I felt arms wrap around me from behind as the bed moved.
Warm. Familiar. The scent of Lewis’s cologne. Except it wasn’t Lewis.