I Was the Decoy Twin - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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Kevin felt utterly drained—helpless, panicked, but most of all, terrified. With sudden, brutal clarity, he realized: he'd always loved me. But the realization came too late. "Ria must be furious with me," he muttered, staggering. "She's hiding somewhere. I'll find her!" He bolted from the police station—only to collide with his ashen-faced assistant.
"Mr. Nores... we just got confirmation. Ms. Valeria Cortez fell from a cliff. They never recovered her body."
Kevin's world stopped. His legs buckled beneath him, sending him crashing to the pavement.
His father's face twisted in shock. "What did you say?!"
His mother's purse thudded to the ground. Her lips quivered soundlessly before she collapsed in a dead faint.
Chaos erupted.
When Kevin finally woke, he lay motionless, staring at the ceiling. In that brief unconsciousness, he'd dreamed—a rapid-fire reel of Valeria's laughter, her warmth, every stolen moment that once felt so alive.
When had it all gone wrong? After Valentina's return? With her constant victim act, her poisonous whispers about envying Ria?
He'd been spellbound by guilt, desperate to atone for Valentina's "suffering." So he'd destroyed Valeria instead—his twisted idea of making things right.
Only now, with Ria gone, did the truth hit him: his heart had never wavered.
A single tear soaked into the pillow. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut, drowning in regret.
He dialed a PI. "Dig up dirt on Damian Moya. I want proof of his abuse."
Next, a call to the doctor. "Ria's dead. No body recovered. About the organs removed before..." His throat tightened. "Did you preserve any? I want to... memorialize them."
The doctor's breathing hitched. Then came a harsh, humorless laugh.
"Now you play the grieving lover?" His voice cracked with rage. "You're disgusting. We reviewed the surveillance—Ms. Cortez wasn't fully under that day. She heard every damn word!"
"Not that I'm innocent. Karma's coming for me too." The line went dead.
Kevin felt like he'd been tasered.
Ria knew? Then why had she seemed so calm? Agreed to marry him?
No. This was all wrong.
Tires screeched as Kevin peeled out toward the Cortez estate. He bulldozed past protests, yanking up security footage of Valeria's final days.
Halfway through, his hands shook violently. Bile rose in his throat. He couldn't stomach another second.
Blind rage propelled him at Valentina. His hands locked around her throat.
"Why'd you frame Ria? What did she ever do to you?!" Valentina gagged, scratching at his grip as her parents rushed in—faces aged a decade overnight.
"Ria's gone," Mr. Cortez croaked. "We're grieving too. But don't take it out on Tina—she's all we have left!"
Kevin hurled the footage at them. At first, dismissive glances. Then their faces bleached white.
"This... This can't be real!"
His phone vibrated. The PI's update:
"Mr. Nores, Damian Moya's abuse claims were fabricated. Evidence shows Valentina orchestrated everything. Motives? Still investigating."
"Mr. Nores... we just got confirmation. Ms. Valeria Cortez fell from a cliff. They never recovered her body."
Kevin's world stopped. His legs buckled beneath him, sending him crashing to the pavement.
His father's face twisted in shock. "What did you say?!"
His mother's purse thudded to the ground. Her lips quivered soundlessly before she collapsed in a dead faint.
Chaos erupted.
When Kevin finally woke, he lay motionless, staring at the ceiling. In that brief unconsciousness, he'd dreamed—a rapid-fire reel of Valeria's laughter, her warmth, every stolen moment that once felt so alive.
When had it all gone wrong? After Valentina's return? With her constant victim act, her poisonous whispers about envying Ria?
He'd been spellbound by guilt, desperate to atone for Valentina's "suffering." So he'd destroyed Valeria instead—his twisted idea of making things right.
Only now, with Ria gone, did the truth hit him: his heart had never wavered.
A single tear soaked into the pillow. Kevin squeezed his eyes shut, drowning in regret.
He dialed a PI. "Dig up dirt on Damian Moya. I want proof of his abuse."
Next, a call to the doctor. "Ria's dead. No body recovered. About the organs removed before..." His throat tightened. "Did you preserve any? I want to... memorialize them."
The doctor's breathing hitched. Then came a harsh, humorless laugh.
"Now you play the grieving lover?" His voice cracked with rage. "You're disgusting. We reviewed the surveillance—Ms. Cortez wasn't fully under that day. She heard every damn word!"
"Not that I'm innocent. Karma's coming for me too." The line went dead.
Kevin felt like he'd been tasered.
Ria knew? Then why had she seemed so calm? Agreed to marry him?
No. This was all wrong.
Tires screeched as Kevin peeled out toward the Cortez estate. He bulldozed past protests, yanking up security footage of Valeria's final days.
Halfway through, his hands shook violently. Bile rose in his throat. He couldn't stomach another second.
Blind rage propelled him at Valentina. His hands locked around her throat.
"Why'd you frame Ria? What did she ever do to you?!" Valentina gagged, scratching at his grip as her parents rushed in—faces aged a decade overnight.
"Ria's gone," Mr. Cortez croaked. "We're grieving too. But don't take it out on Tina—she's all we have left!"
Kevin hurled the footage at them. At first, dismissive glances. Then their faces bleached white.
"This... This can't be real!"
His phone vibrated. The PI's update:
"Mr. Nores, Damian Moya's abuse claims were fabricated. Evidence shows Valentina orchestrated everything. Motives? Still investigating."
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