- 2.
Two years passed like that. I was suffocating under the crushing financial pressure.
That’s when Mom and Dad introduced me to Blake, a man with a disability, but with excellent financial standing.
I hesitated for only a moment before I agreed to the discounted deal.
There was only one reason I agreed to marry him: he’d promised my parents an astronomical sum for our marriage.
That exact amount was just enough for my parents to buy Tiffany an apartment in the city.
If Tiffany’s apartment was settled, maybe, just maybe, my parents would finally leave me
alone.
Even though I despised his disability, I kept thinking about how I could finally live freely,
So, urged on by my parents, I set a wedding date.
But on the day of the reception, when I went back to the hotel room to touch up my makeup, I saw Blake pressing down on Tiffany.
My sister’s face was flushed, and she was smiling from beneath him.
Tiffany saw me push open the door but didn’t panic. Instead, her moans grew louder.
“What… what are you two doing?”
I was trembling so hard I couldn’t speak.
Blake stopped moving when he heard my voice, turning his head to glare at me with disgust, as if my appearance had ruined their fun.
“What, can’t you recognize a man and a woman enjoying themselves?” Blake stopped and stared at me provocatively.
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I felt all the blood in my body roar. I grabbed a fruit knife from a nearby table and lunged
at them like a madwoman.
But how can a woman fight a man? Even a disabled one?
As Blake easily twisted me to the floor,
He viciously pressed his foot down on my face, snarling each word: “You ugly bitch, you actually have a sister that hot? Why didn’t you say anything earlier? I would’ve just paid Tiffany to be my mistress. Why would I ever marry a hag like you? Sleeping next to you makes me sick!”
And my own sister, at that moment, didn’t help me. Instead, she just stood there, sneering: “Audrey, I didn’t seduce him, okay? He came on to me! But it’s nothing new, really.
The world has always revolved around me since we were little, haha! What can I say? You’re just so ugly, hahahaha…”
That night, I threw myself from the fifty–second floor of the hotel.
After I died, my mom held up an insurance policy, joyfully telling Tiffany: “Oh, your sister finally died! Twenty years of insurance premiums, not wasted after all! This payout will get you everything you need to break into Hollywood!”
Tiffany barely even looked at the insurance papers, just gave them a casual side–eye, then leaned sweetly against my mom’s shoulder.
My mom took Tiffany’s hand and said affectionately,
“Mommy believes in you. My darling girl is so beautiful, she’s definitely going to be a
huge celebrity someday!”
At that moment, my dad chimed in, “Honey, with our amazing looks, how did we end up
with such an ugly duckling for our firstborn?”
Tiffany smirked, replying flippantly,
“Is she really my twin sister? It’s so embarrassing. Hahahaha!”
Dead, I watched all this in silence. My heart turned to ice.