Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 18755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 18755 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 94(@200wpm)___ 75(@250wpm)___ 63(@300wpm)
Please. Please. Please.
She had never been the type to pray, but it seemed as if that was what she was doing now.
Please, God.
And He did answer.
But not in the way she had been hoping for.
No. No. No.
They didn’t even think of closing the door. It was as if they had completely forgotten she was coming home tonight.
Let me forget this, God. Please. Let me keep pretending.
“You look so damn sexy, Mrs. Selleck.”
Kendra could feel her sanity slipping away. Was this real? Wasn’t she—wasn’t Kendra the ‘Mrs. Selleck’ he was talking about? So who was he—
"But of course, Mr. Selleck.”
That voice...
It was as familiar as the laughter she heard earlier...because they belonged to the same woman.
Kendra could no longer think clearly. A part of her wanted to turn away and do what she was good at doing, which was to pretend.
That was the easiest way out.
To pretend she hadn’t seen what she had seen, and she hadn’t heard what she heard.
BUT BECAUSE HER SANITY had fled, she found herself doing the opposite—
Thud!
It was the most satisfying thing ever, kicking the door open, and what followed after was even more satisfying, but also heartbreaking, with the sound causing Porter to fall off the bed.
Oh, if only she could find it in herself to laugh!
But how could that be possible when there was also someone else on her bed—
The bed she shared with her husband Porter—
There was someone else on it, and she was wearing Kendra’s nightgown, Kendra’s perfume, and she even wore Kendra’s face since Thelma...was Kendra’s identical twin.
Thelma didn’t look bothered at all at being caught in bed with her brother-in-law. If anything, she almost seemed glad, maliciously so, and she wasn’t even scrambling to put some clothes on. She seemed perfectly content to stare back at Kendra like she was simply taking back what had always been hers.
Kendra’s knees knocked against each other the moment she saw Thelma’s lips slowly curve into a smile.
That smile...was something Kendra had seen her entire life. It was a smile Thelma reserved only for her, a smile that promised trouble and punishment because it meant Thelma had done something wrong, but she had already made sure Kendra would be the one to blame.
“Kendra—” Porter was finally on his feet and looking panicky in his pajama bottoms. “This isn’t—I thought she—”
“You thought she was me?”
Porter nodded profusely. “Yes, that’s exactly it—” He stopped speaking when he saw how Kendra was looking at him.
“I know you’re lying.”
Kendra wished she could sound tough, but her voice cracked at the end, and the sound made Thelma’s smile widen.
“Babe, just let me explain—”
“How long has this been going on?” she choked out.
He didn’t answer.
And his eyes...
She saw the reason why in his eyes.
He couldn’t tell her how long it had been because he honestly didn’t know.
Her own husband hadn’t known how long he had been sleeping with Thelma while thinking she was Kendra. And as much as that hurt—
His phone on the bedside table caught her eye, and Porter seemed to have noticed where she was looking since both of them lunged for it at the same time—
“Kendra, no!”
Porter had always teased Kendra for being a slowpoke, but this time, perhaps out of sheer desperation, she actually beat him to it. She got hold of his phone and jumped back, leaving Porter to dive for nothing but air. It should’ve been something to celebrate, but instead she just kept feeling more and more nauseous, and the way Thelma was laughing...
“Way to go, twinnie!”
“Stop it, Thelma!” Porter’s anxious gaze was darting between her and his sister-in-law. “Kendra, just give me my phone back—”
Phone. Ah. Yes. Phone.
Kendra felt almost foolishly grateful to have something to do even though her fingers were badly shaking as she opened Porter’s phone. She didn’t know what she expected to see. Or maybe she did. Yes, of course she did. And yet...she still ended up paling when she finally saw what he didn’t even have the decency to hide behind password-locked settings.
W-What was all this? W-Why? How?
Because all the messages and the photos...
Porter and Thelma...had been cheating on her for months.
Months!
And the way they were doing it...
How sick could they get?
Bile was rising to her throat as she read one of Porter’s texts to her twin.
I want you to act like her. But hotter. You’re the version of my wife that I’ve always wanted.
The very vileness of it had her stomach turning, and when Porter snatched his phone out of her hands—
“That’s not...that’s not worth your time.”
Kendra simply turned away, making no attempt to regain possession of his phone. She had seen enough. And she honestly didn’t want to see anything else.
“Kendra, wait—”
Her husband tried to grab her arm, but Thelma was suddenly there, and Kendra...
It pained her to admit this, but she was grateful that Thelma kept Porter from reaching her.