The mont Adam entered the bedroom he shared with lody, a small vase ca flying his way. He caught it just in ti before it could hit him in the head.
He looked at her coldly as he placed the vase on the side. "What? Trying to beco a widow already, lanie? I don’t think I will make things quite easy for you."
lody stared at him and clenched her hands. How dare he? All this while, he had been giving her a cold shoulder and talked even more coldly. But with her, all he could do was smile and flirt! How dare he! "What were you doing just now?"
He raised an eyebrow and walked in, closing the door behind him carefully. "? What did I do? Eat breakfast? You have a problem with that?"
"You were flirting with her. That bitch."
The calm on Adam’s face disappeared and his gaze beca icy as he walked towards her. In the next mont, his hand was wrapped aroud her throat as he pushed her against the wall," What is your problem? Have you started thinking you’re actually my wife? You’re not. Don’t forget that. You have no right to interfere in my life."
"Adam!" lody shouted, her voice shaking as he let go of her neck leaving her gasping . "Even if I have no right to interfere in your life, you cannot go after her! Anyone but her!"
Adam’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Why? Jealous? Because she looks like you, but I’m more interested in her?"
lody let out a short laugh, more of a scoff than anything else. Adam took that as a yes and stepped closer. "But lanie, let’s be honest. You are beautiful. That’s never been the issue. I didn’t stay away from you because you weren’t attractive."
He moved behind her and with a hand on her arm, twisted her to look into the mirror.
"See? You’re beautiful." He watched as lody smiled and was about to turn to him tentatively so he continued, " But the problem is... you remind of my brother."
He stepped away from her then and turned his back. He didn’t need to explain. He knew exactly what she’d think—that he hated her because of her past with Spencer. That her relationship with Spencer made her undesirable to him.
But that wasn’t it.
lody reminded him of Spencer in other ways. The way she lied. The way she acted like the victim while pulling strings behind the scenes. The way she could smile one mont and manipulate the next. She was Spencer’s female version, honestly.
He turned around then and knowing his mission, goaded, "Your sister, on the other hand, has your face but not your undesirable history. She hasn’t been involved with Spencer. She’s different. She’s softer. Innocent."
He paused. And then drove the nail in with a single droll sentence, "So why shouldn’t I flirt with her?"
lody clenched her fists. "Because this is my ho, Adam. Whether you like it or not, people are watching. You’re supposed to be my husband. At least pretend."
Adam gave a shrug. "I didn’t flirt with her in front of your parents or even the servants. So what is your problem?"
lody stepped closer to him and asked through clenched teeth. He had never behaved that openly with her! It was always Miss lody this and that! "Why her?" she asked again. "You never looked at her like that before. What’s changed?"
Adam looked at her, then smiled slightly. "Didn’t I? You don’t know everything. Unlike you, I didn’t need to talk much. I just had to look at her, and she’d go quiet. One ti she tripped and I caught her. She turned red. She didn’t even know where to look. That’s the difference."
He walked slowly toward her again.
"She’s not tainted like you. She hasn’t been around. She hasn’t lied or tried to use to get money. I don’t need to be aggressive with her. I’ll take my ti. She’ll co to on her own."
He looked her in the eye.
"Even Adir likes her. He wouldn’t care if we replaced you with her. In fact, once we’re divorced, he might ask to. He indeed likes Miss lody."
lody’s mouth opened, but no words ca out. Her face was pale. Her body was tense, but she didn’t move. How coudl this be. She had done everythign she could to beco lanie and only now realized that Adam was interested in her as lody.
She watched him leave but didn’t move. She stayed where she was, her fingers slowly unclenching as her breathing steadied. After a mont, she took a step forward and then another, staring at herself in the mirror.
She needed to turn back ti and reclaim her identity all over again. But how could she do that?
Then, she shook her head.
Did it really matter who she beca now?
lody. lanie. The nas were just labels. What mattered was who stood beside Adam in the end.
And the only thing standing in her way was the real lanie. Whether she chose to remain in her role as his wife, or walk forward as lody, the woman Adam seed to desire... the path woudl be the sa. lanie had to go.
Her lips trembled as the thought ford, but she didn’t stop it. She’d already tried to get rid of her before she returned. But her attempts had failed. In the coming days, she would have to stage an accident. Where lanie- the real one and the fake one would die, and lody would get her mories back...Only one of them could exist. And the one that would this was the one who Adam chose to let stand by his side.
lody clenched her hands once more and then imdiately made a call, "Driver Uncle. Can you take sowhere? But don’t tell my mother. Yes. I’ll co out in ten minutes..."
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