I Was the Decoy Twin - Chapter 6: Chapter 6
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"Valena, did you learn nothing from all those books? Is this how you treat your own sister?"
"You're just a spoiled, ungrateful brat! Why couldn't it have been you who got taken instead?"
Valentina buried herself in Kevin's arms, pretending to be strong as she wiped her tears—only for them to spill faster.
"Don't blame my sister... It was my fault for being too trusting..."
Before she could finish, Mom's hand cracked across my face. "Oh? This is what you call 'trusting'?"
She pulled out a tissue, wiping my blood from her nails with a disgusted sneer. "Disgusting girl."
My cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest.
I crumpled to the floor, humiliation and blood dripping from my split lip. My glare locked onto Kevin.
For a split second, his grip around Valentina tightened. His brow furrowed. "You hurt Tina, and now you're playing victim because we called you out?"
"Apologize to her. Now."
I bit my tongue and stayed silent.
Mom scoffed, turning away—her heel grinding into my fingers as she passed. White-hot pain shot through my hand, my face contorting.
"After all this time, she's never once felt guilty about what happened to Tina. You really think she'd grow a conscience now?"
"If you won't even apologize, then what's the point of that mouth? Maybe losing your voice would be poetic justice."
Kevin swept Valentina into his arms and marched out, Mom and Dad trailing behind.
At the door, Valentina glanced back, lips curling into a silent taunt: "I'll take everything from you. I'll leave you with nothing."
The door slammed shut with a final, deafening bang.
Agony ripped through my stomach as my wound tore open, blood soaking through my shirt. With the last of my strength, I hurled that cheap, fake diamond ring into the trash.
A love built on lies? I didn't want it.
A family founded on deceit? I didn't need it.
Late that night, my phone lit up with a message from Kevin:
[Tina's the one risking everything to stand by me. If I protect you too much, it wouldn't be fair to her. Mom and Dad only treated you that way so she'd agree to switch places. You messed up today, but forget apologizing. You'll always be special to me—I'd never force you.]
I stared at the screen—and suddenly, I wanted to laugh.
Kevin had a real talent for rewriting reality. If I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, I might've actually bought it.
For the next five days, only the housekeeper brought me food. Aside from Valentina's occasional gloating visits, I was alone.
The first two days, Kevin kept texting—checking in, updating his schedule, trying to smooth things over. Then, for three straight days: radio silence.
My messages vanished into the void. I knew why. He and my parents were too busy prepping Valentina's birthday extravaganza.
They'd picked this day to ship me off, free to celebrate their golden child without the family's unwanted stain.
The morning of the party, Damian arrived right on time to collect "Valentina."
Before getting in the car, I made one last call to Kevin.
The line rang endlessly before he finally picked up.
"Babe, I'm swamped right now."
In the background, I heard him barking orders: "That screen's too small—replace it. And this spot's all wrong—"
Beep.
He'd hung up.
I stared at my phone for a beat, then yanked out the SIM card, dropped it into the toilet, and flushed. Without a backward glance, I slid into the car.
The party kicked off.
Kevin watched Valentina take the stage, glowing under the spotlight.
Then, out of nowhere, he remembered my call that morning. A cold prickle of unease crawled up his spine. He pulled out his phone to call me back—
But before he could, Valentina called his name from the stage.
By the time the party ended, night had fallen.
On the drive home, the car radio hummed with the evening news:
"You're just a spoiled, ungrateful brat! Why couldn't it have been you who got taken instead?"
Valentina buried herself in Kevin's arms, pretending to be strong as she wiped her tears—only for them to spill faster.
"Don't blame my sister... It was my fault for being too trusting..."
Before she could finish, Mom's hand cracked across my face. "Oh? This is what you call 'trusting'?"
She pulled out a tissue, wiping my blood from her nails with a disgusted sneer. "Disgusting girl."
My cheek burned, but it was nothing compared to the ache in my chest.
I crumpled to the floor, humiliation and blood dripping from my split lip. My glare locked onto Kevin.
For a split second, his grip around Valentina tightened. His brow furrowed. "You hurt Tina, and now you're playing victim because we called you out?"
"Apologize to her. Now."
I bit my tongue and stayed silent.
Mom scoffed, turning away—her heel grinding into my fingers as she passed. White-hot pain shot through my hand, my face contorting.
"After all this time, she's never once felt guilty about what happened to Tina. You really think she'd grow a conscience now?"
"If you won't even apologize, then what's the point of that mouth? Maybe losing your voice would be poetic justice."
Kevin swept Valentina into his arms and marched out, Mom and Dad trailing behind.
At the door, Valentina glanced back, lips curling into a silent taunt: "I'll take everything from you. I'll leave you with nothing."
The door slammed shut with a final, deafening bang.
Agony ripped through my stomach as my wound tore open, blood soaking through my shirt. With the last of my strength, I hurled that cheap, fake diamond ring into the trash.
A love built on lies? I didn't want it.
A family founded on deceit? I didn't need it.
Late that night, my phone lit up with a message from Kevin:
[Tina's the one risking everything to stand by me. If I protect you too much, it wouldn't be fair to her. Mom and Dad only treated you that way so she'd agree to switch places. You messed up today, but forget apologizing. You'll always be special to me—I'd never force you.]
I stared at the screen—and suddenly, I wanted to laugh.
Kevin had a real talent for rewriting reality. If I hadn't heard the truth with my own ears, I might've actually bought it.
For the next five days, only the housekeeper brought me food. Aside from Valentina's occasional gloating visits, I was alone.
The first two days, Kevin kept texting—checking in, updating his schedule, trying to smooth things over. Then, for three straight days: radio silence.
My messages vanished into the void. I knew why. He and my parents were too busy prepping Valentina's birthday extravaganza.
They'd picked this day to ship me off, free to celebrate their golden child without the family's unwanted stain.
The morning of the party, Damian arrived right on time to collect "Valentina."
Before getting in the car, I made one last call to Kevin.
The line rang endlessly before he finally picked up.
"Babe, I'm swamped right now."
In the background, I heard him barking orders: "That screen's too small—replace it. And this spot's all wrong—"
Beep.
He'd hung up.
I stared at my phone for a beat, then yanked out the SIM card, dropped it into the toilet, and flushed. Without a backward glance, I slid into the car.
The party kicked off.
Kevin watched Valentina take the stage, glowing under the spotlight.
Then, out of nowhere, he remembered my call that morning. A cold prickle of unease crawled up his spine. He pulled out his phone to call me back—
But before he could, Valentina called his name from the stage.
By the time the party ended, night had fallen.
On the drive home, the car radio hummed with the evening news:
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