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CHAPTER 0092

Meadow’s POV:

My breath stuttered and my eyelids fluttered. I had to physically clutch my chest through my top because

his words had cut me deeply.

‘Most marriages are jokes,‘ he’d said. Like ours. Like my marriage to Alaric. A contract, his need to feel

touch, my need to be ruined. It wasn’t real. None of it was.

Yvonne scowled, curling her fists on the table. “I’m going to have a talk with his manager,” she gritted

out, but before she could rise to her feet, I stopped her.

“Don’t,” I muttered, shaking my head. “It’s not worth it.”

‘He didn’t lie,‘ I almost added.

Yvonne watched me for a moment with her head tilted, almost like she was trying to figure something

out. And then she asked out of nowhere: “Is your marriage a joke, Meadow?”

My jaw ticked. “Now why on earth would you ask me that?”

She hesitated before she answered. “I didn’t mean it like that. But like you said, I lied to you, and you wish

I gave you a heads up. But if I had given you one, would you have left him, Meadow?” Her gaze shifted to

the ring on my finger. “Because I see that ring, and if you were anyone else, I’d say you married him for his money, but your father is a goddamn billionaire-”

“Was,” I cut in coldly. “He was one. Not anymore. Now he’s just a prisoner in a cell living the rest of his days there as punishment for his sins.” My voice cracked at the end.

I didn’t like to talk about my father. I didn’t like talking about anyone in my family, really. But I hadn’t

spoken to my father in nearly twelve years–if not longer.

And I had no interest in doing that anytime soon. Or ever. But it was easier to make Yvonne believe that I

was with Alaric for his money, because after my father was convicted, his bank accounts were frozen and emptied because he had embezzled most of it.

All of it, even. His entire lifestyle was a lie.

“So what?” Yvonne scoffed. “You married Alaric for his money? I already told you you still have a trust fund.”

“And I don’t want it. I don’t want any of Clint’s dirty money.

Both of us had forgotten about our drinks, but now, Yvonne picked hers up, taking a small sip of it. I didn’t

touch mine.

“So what? You think Alaric’s money is clean?”

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“Yes,” I answered confidently. I didn’t know much about him, but I knew he had integrity, and I was certain that he hadn’t acquired his money illegally. Hell, he grew up with money. I could tell by the way Ingrid behaved.

‘Doesn’t mean his father was clean, though, does it?‘ a voice in my mind asked.

I swallowed, shaking my head to clear my thoughts as my eyes met Yvonne’s brown, worried ones–if she really was worried, that is.

Yvonne was silent. I ran a hand through my hair, already getting frustrated. “Why are you even so concerned about this, Yvonne? Do you want Alaric? Is that it? Is that why you want me to leave him so badly?”

I noticed the way her right eye twitched every time I called her Yvonne… and that was exactly why I continued to call her that.

“God, no,” she replied, grabbing my hand across the table. I wanted to pull away, but I didn’t. “Meadow, I just want what’s best for you, okay? You had just gone through a break up and you jumped into another—”

“Yeah, and guess the reason why we broke up.‘

I hadn’t outrightly told Yvonne what Juniper did, but I did tell her the night of the party that my sister was the reason.

Yvonne swallowed. “About that… why didn’t you tell me that Juni was locked up in a psychiatric facility?”

All the breath was knocked out of my lungs as my eyes grew slightly wide. There’s no way she would’ve known unless… unless she had already met with Juniper.

It had already been about a week since she was released, and I still hadn’t heard from her.

And now I had to explain why my own sister was locked up in a loony bin. “I–I…”

“You get mad at me for lying to you while you were also actively lying to me?” Yvonne scoffed. “What did she do to you that made you want to keep her in there?”

My lips pulled down into a deep scowl and I tilted my head, tapping my index finger against my chin like I was thinking. “Let’s see… Oh, I know. She asked Tyler to fucking rape me right after she beat me up,” I hissed. “And that was a day after Tyler confessed to have played me because my own sister asked him to. Alaric was simply trying to protect me from her, and at first, I was onboard with it.”

Yvonne’s gaze narrowed as she stared at me through the rim of her glass. “What do you mean ‘at first“?”

I shoved out a breath, not sure why I was still talking about this. “When I asked Alaric to let her go, he said I wasn’t ready, and that it was for my own good. And when I went to see her, she was okay for a while and then she just… switched up on me.”

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Something flashed in Yvonne’s eyes. “Well, she was held in a psychiatric facility. What did you think would happen? They must’ve given her drugs that made her… deluded. And I am sorry,” she whispered. “I am so sorry about what she did to you. If I’d known earlier, then I wouldn’t have asked Alaric to release

her…”

I stopped listening just then. She was still speaking, but I just… wasn’t listening. Because my ears were ringing. I shook my head, pulling my brows together as I focused on my aunt.

“Wait, what did you just say?”

There was no way.

No. Fucking. Way.

“About what?”

My throat tightened. “You said you asked Alaric to release her?” My voice was so small, I could barely even hear it.

Yvonne frowned slightly. “Well, yes, I did. The moment I found out about it I told him to let her go.” She grabbed my hands again. “And I promise I’ll make sure Juni doesn’t do something like that to you again.”

For weeks, I had asked Alaric–No. Begged him–to let my sister go. But the moment Yvonne asked, he released her?

He released her for his first love. Not me.

My breath hitched as something else hit me.

How did Alaric know to release Juniper on account of Yvonne’s request? He wasn’t supposed to know that she knew Juni.

It didn’t make any sense.

“Yvonne…” I started, not knowing how to word the question. Did he know that she was my aunt?

“And don’t worry, love. I didn’t tell him we were related.”

“Then how… how did you get him to release Juni?”

Yvonne took a long sip of her drink this time. And when she dropped the glass down onto the table, she looked away from me, avoiding my gaze.

“Yvonne?”

She heaved a sigh, and when she looked back at me, a familiar expression of guilt was swirling in her

eyes.

“I’m sorry, Meadow. I–I shouldn’t have…”

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My heart fell into my stomach. “You shouldn’t have what?” I asked slowly.

“Last week, we were… together in Vegas and Alaric got drunk and he… he said some things, okay? And

then he mentioned locking his wife’s twin sister in the facility and I just… I asked him to let her go.” 1

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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.