Herlaugh.
By the time Kendra reached the landing, a part of her knew she was in complete denial. She knew what she was about to see for herself, but she just didn’t want to think about it. She wanted to keep pretending.
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 SANITYhad 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 onherbed—
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?”
