Just then, my phone buzzed. It was a Facebook notification.
I tapped it without thinking, only to see a new post from Annie.
In the photo, she was smiling blissfully, her left arm hooked around Sam’s and her right around Leo’s. She looked like the picture of happiness.
“Surrounded by the two men I love most. Can’t wait to meet my baby!”
Her caption was filled with pride, practically oozing smugness, as if she were flaunting her victory.
I felt a sharp pain in my chest, and the tears I had been holding back suddenly spilled over.
Annie was surrounded by love. But what about me? And what about Lily?
I had just lost my baby and was lying on a cold hospital bed. Lily had nearly frozen to death trying to save me.
Since she had been in the freezing environment for too long, the doctors said the damage to her uterus was irreversible. She would never be able to have children of
her own.
We had suffered so much, yet our husbands didn’t believe us and didn’t even care about us!
Back when my twin sister and I married the Smith twins, our story made the front page of the Avalon Times.
Everyone said it was fate–the perfect match. Twin sisters marrying twin brothers sounded like something straight out of a fairy tale.
People sent us their blessings, calling it the most romantic story of the year.
But now? That fairytale had turned into something else entirely. Our marriages were far from perfect. They weren’t even happy. They were devastating.
“Lily, look at Annie’s post,” I choked, handing the phone
She glanced at it, and I saw a flicker of anger and
to her.
intment in her eyes.
“How could she do this? This is too much,” she said, her voice filled with helplessness and pain.
She gripped my hand tightly, as if trying to pass some strength into me.
“Lily, we can’t go on like this anymore. Let’s get divorced together,” I said firmly, though I was sobbing.
She hesitated for only a second before nodding.
“Alright. Let’s do it,” she agreed. “There’s no point in holding onto something like this.”
That same day, we contacted one of the top divorce attorneys in Avalon. He was efficient and wasted no time. By the afternoon, the divorce papers were drafted and sent directly to Sam and Leo.
After confirming the emails were delivered, Lily and I exchanged a look. For the first time in a while, we both let out a long, tired breath.
But a week passed, and there was still no response. Not a word from either of them.
Eventually, I couldn’t take it anymore. I called Sam myself.
“Sam, did you get the divorce agreement? When are you going to sign it?” I tried my best to sound calm, but the tremble in my voice gave me away.
