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CHAPTER 0091 

CHAPTER 0091 

Meadow’s POV: 

‘No, please. Anyone but him.‘ 

I never realized it before, but recently it hit me that when Clarissa was advising me against Alaric in the bathroom, her intentions may not have been wholly pure. 

‘Whatever you’re getting from him, it’s not worth it. Stay away from him.‘ 

I was stupid enough to think that she was really just looking out for me. And maybe she was–Hell, I didn’t know who Alaric truly was. But knowing that she and Alaric had something real and intense when they were younger… It just made me feel like Clarissa wanted something from him. 

In less than two hours, I arrived at the restaurant where she’d asked me to meet her. 

My aunt was seated at a table in the corner. Not a lot of people were present, seeing as it was a sunny Tuesday afternoon, unfortunately. I didn’t much like being around so many people, but in a situation like the one I was about to be in with Clarissa, I wouldn’t mind a number of people surrounding us. 

It was so I could have something else to drown myself in–the noise–whenever it got too much. 

Once she spotted me, a wide grin stretched her red lips and she rose to her feet. Clarissa had on a red sundress, and her dark hair was tied in a ponytail so her slender neck was exposed. Dangling prettily around it was a simple gold necklace accentuating her collarbone. 

Compared to Clarissa, I looked… bland in just my jeans and off–shouldered croptop. If a man–Alaric, for instance–was to walk in here, the first person he would notice was her. She always had that effect on people. On men. I aspired to be her when I was a teenager. 

“There she is,” she drawled as I got to the table. “My favorite niece.” 

She pulled me into a hug before I could even react. A hug that would’ve been longer if I hadn’t pulled 

away. 

My gaze narrowed instantly. “Yeah, I’m pretty sure your favorite niece is Juniper. Not me.” I lowered myself into the seat accross from her. 

Clarissa’s brows drew together as she followed suit, settling into the chair so elegantly. 

God. She was perfect for him. 

I shook my head fiercely, biting on my tongue hard so I could focus on something else. Anything else, really. 

“Why would you think that?” she asked. 

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I scoffed. That was a no fucking brainer. 

“Because Juniper is everyone’s favorite, Yvonne. Including you. If you’ll ever be brave enough to admit it anyway. Did you order anything yet?” I added, picking up the menu to distract myself. 

I wasn’t hungry, but if I was to get through this conversation–which I had a feeling was going to take a 

while–I needed something strong. 

She stared at me wordlessly for a little too long, before she sighed, shaking her head. “I would’ve ordered 

cocktails but I wanted to wait for you since I wasn’t so sure what you would like.” She paused, and then 

finished under her breath: “Seeing as you ghosted me for five whole years.” 

My jaw clenched and I tucked my hair behind my ear. “I thought you asked me to come here because you 

owed me explanations. I didn’t realize I’d be the one doing the explaining.” 

Her shoulders dropped. “Meadow… what you saw that night-” 

“Why did you lie?” I cut in firmly, swallowing hard. Even though I was aware Alaric was not mine, I 

needed to get some answers. Yvonne owed me at least that. 

“What?” 

I parted my lips to speak again, but a waiter approached our table. “Can I get you anything, ladies?” he asked smoothly. 

“Cosmopolitan,” Yvonne said. Something warm tugged slightly at my chest as she said that. She had always been obsessed with cosmopolitan. She even taught me how to make it. I suppose some things never change. “What about you, Meadow?” 

Yeah… um…” I scanned the menu, unable to focus because I could feel the waiter’s leering eyes on me. I snapped my eyes up to his, shooting him a glare that had him taking his eyes off my cleavage. “I’ll have the same thing she’s having,” I said coldly, curling my left hand on the table so he could see the ring on my finger. 

The blond haired waiter–he didn’t seem to be much older than me–only smirked at me before walking 

away. 

Yvonne arched a brow. “You hate cosmopolitan.” 

“Yeah? Well, I kinda hate you but I’m seated here with you right now, aren’t I?” 

Her face fell, and a look I didn’t recognized flashed in her eyes. “Meadow…” 

“Why did you lie to me, Yvonne?” I asked again, keeping my voice calm and low even though I couldn’t stop it from cracking. “You told me you had something to do with Alaric only once, and then I find out that he was your fucking… high school boyfriend?” 

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“I didn’t want to hurt you,” she tried to defend, but I knew that it was bullshit. 

“If you didn’t want to hurt me, you would’ve given me a heads up. Told me that Ingrid was going to make 

an announcement and that she was so obsessed with the idea of you being her daughter–in–law.” I leaned 

forward. “You would’ve told me so I would prepare myself—” 

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” she breathed. I jerked my head back like she had slapped me. 

Yvonne didn’t apologize. She just shrugged. “Okay, now you know. You know that Alaric and I were in 

love and I assume you know he can feel my touch as well. But I don’t see you leaving him, Meadow.” 

My bottom lip trembled slightly. She noticed and a look of guilt flashed in her eyes. The waiter returned 

with our drinks. “Here you go,” he said, and I could still feel his eyes on me. 

“I know you’re not blind… what’s your name? Jeff?” Yvonne asked, annoyance dripping from her tone. “I know you can see the ring on her finger. Expensive, might I add. Now what does that tell you?” 

The smirk didn’t leave his face. “That she’s married, Miss.” 

“Right. To a damn billionaire. Now, usually, I’m a lady–especially in public–but right now, I’m going to have to politely tell you to fuck off, so… fuck off, Jeff.” 

Despite myself, my lips twitched at the way she was defending me while still managing to be polite. 

Yvonne was the complete opposite of my mother. 

Something flashed in his eyes as they shifted to me, and then his gaze dropped to my cleavage again and back to my eyes. “Most marriages are jokes anyway,” he murmured, giving my ring one more glance before walking away. 

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Meadow Russell arrives at an upscale hotel, heart fluttering with excitement and nerves. She’s about to marry the love of her life, Tyler, in a small, private ceremony — just the two of them. Clutching her bag, she approaches the front desk with a smile. “Hi, I have a reservation. Meadow Russell.”

But from the very first second, something feels off.

The receptionist’s red-painted lips curl into a mocking sneer, and her colleague exchanges a strange look with her. Meadow’s cheerful tone falters as confusion settles in. The woman scoffs, “You’re kidding, right?” The disbelief in her tone makes Meadow’s stomach twist. She frowns, insisting there must be a mistake, but both receptionists continue to look at her with something close to pity — and something else she can’t quite name.

Then comes the shocker.

According to the hotel records, she’s already checked in. Two hours ago. With a man. The receptionist even claims to have spoken with her — complimenting her “cute top.” The same white crop top with the word “BRIDE” written across it that she’s wearing now.

Meadow tries to rationalize it. Maybe Tyler had checked in under her name. Maybe it’s a simple mix-up. She laughs nervously and explains that her fiancé must have done it for convenience. But both receptionists seem unconvinced. One of them finally sighs and hands her a spare keycard, muttering, “I hope you get things sorted out.”

On her way up to the room, Meadow’s heart pounds in her chest. Something feels horribly wrong, but she refuses to believe it. Tyler would never do anything to hurt her. They’ve been planning this wedding for months — their dream elopement. She tries to calm herself, breathing in and out as the elevator ascends, but her hands won’t stop shaking.

When she finally reaches the room and swipes the keycard, her worst fears materialize before her eyes.

The moment the door opens, the sound hits her first — muffled moans, heavy breathing, the rhythmic creak of the bed. Then she sees them.

Her twin sister, Juniper, straddling Tyler, his hands gripping her hips as he thrusts into her without restraint.

The world stops. The bag slips from Meadow’s trembling hands and lands with a soft thud. The scene before her feels like a cruel joke — something ripped out of a nightmare. Her vision blurs with tears, her body frozen in disbelief.

For a full minute, she just stands there. Watching. Waiting. Hoping someone would scream “gotcha” and end this cruel trick.

But there’s no misunderstanding to clear up. No mistake. No illusion.

Her twin sister moans again, whispering, “Yes, that’s it, baby,” as if to drive the knife deeper into Meadow’s heart.

Something inside her shatters.

“Juniper…? Tyler?” she finally manages to whisper, her voice barely recognizable.

They both turn, startled. Tyler’s face twists in shock, then panic. He pushes Juniper off him, stammering, “Meadow, I swear, I thought she was you!”

It’s a pathetic excuse. One that doesn’t even make sense.

Juniper doesn’t even bother covering herself. She just smirks, tossing her messy hair over her shoulder like a queen enjoying the chaos she’s created. “Oh, please,” she scoffs. “It’s time we drop the act. This has been going on for a while.”

Meadow stumbles back, staring between them. “What are you talking about?”

Her twin rolls her eyes. “You really didn’t think he loved you, did you?”

It hits Meadow all at once — the hotel mix-up, the receptionist’s strange looks, the duplicate “Meadow Russell” check-in. Juniper had stolen her identity, her name, her wedding — and the man she loved.

Tyler tries to approach her again, naked and unashamed. He grabs her jaw gently, his expression hard. “You thought I loved you, Meadow? No. Juni’s the love of my life.”

The words pierce like knives.

Every memory — every kiss, every late-night conversation, every promise he made — turns to ash. She had believed in him completely, trusted him with her heart. And all along, he’d been sharing that same intimacy with her twin sister.

Meadow stares at Juniper, still unable to process it. The last time she saw her twin was two years ago. They’d grown apart after Juniper’s endless trail of lies and manipulation had driven a wedge between them. Juniper had always been the beautiful, daring, chaotic one — the one who got what she wanted, no matter who she hurt. But never, not in her darkest thoughts, had Meadow imagined she would do this.

Juniper laughs again, the sound sharp and cruel. “She’s in shock, baby. Maybe we should help her out of her misery,” she says mockingly, then pulls Tyler into another kiss right in front of her.

That’s when Meadow realizes this isn’t a mistake. This isn’t a sudden betrayal. It’s a plan.

Her sister had known exactly what she was doing. She had tracked Meadow down, learned about the wedding, and swooped in like a vulture to destroy what little happiness she had built. The matching outfit, the fake check-in — all of it was deliberate.

The pain turns into rage. Her tears blur her sight, her breath coming out in shaky bursts. Every muscle in her body screams at her to turn around, to run far away from the two people who’ve just ripped her soul apart.

But she doesn’t move.

She stands there, trembling, her heart breaking piece by piece as she watches her sister smirk and her fiancé — her almost-husband — stand there unashamed, not even offering a shred of remorse.

Tyler and Juniper exchange a look, and she realizes — they’re enjoying this. They want her to see. To suffer.

Meadow’s hands ball into fists. She feels like she’s watching her life crumble in real time, and there’s nothing she can do but breathe through the ache and pray she doesn’t collapse.

Every part of her screams that this is the moment she loses everything — her trust, her love, her family.

And yet, deep inside, a spark ignites — not of despair, but of something darker. A promise that this won’t be the end of her story.

Because betrayal that deep doesn’t fade. It carves itself into your bones. And Meadow Russell — heartbroken, humiliated, and hollow — walks out of that hotel room knowing one thing for certain.

She will never forgive them.

And one day, they will both pay for what they’ve done.

 

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