My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 01

My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 01

On my birthday, my fiancé still prepared two identical gift boxes—

one for me, one for my sister Saskia.

Like he had for the past ten years, he quietly told me:

“Pick the one on the right. It has your favorite inside.”

For the first time, I didn’t follow his lead.

I walked to the left.

I opened the box.

Inside was a Hermès Feather Kelly bag.

Worth over two hundred thousand.

So expensive I didn’t even dare to touch it.

Pierce quickly snapped the lid shut, flustered.

“Sweetheart, the right one is for you. I made macarons myself—you’ll love them.”

I glanced at that box.

Something sank in my chest.

Last year on my birthday, he’d told me to pick the right one too.

Inside was a cookbook he’d grabbed on a whim.

Saskia’s box had held a limited-edition Coco Doll necklace.

In Pierce’s world, I was only worth the cheapest gesture.

And Saskia got the opposite.

When we played house as kids, they were always the mom and dad.

I was always assigned the role of their nanny.

When we rented an apartment in college—three bedrooms, one living room—

Saskia took the spacious master bedroom.

Pierce pointed me to the smallest room,

facing the street, freezing in winter and sweltering in summer.

“Saskia’s a light sleeper. She needs quiet.”

“You’re easygoing—you can sleep anywhere.”

Over the years, I’d pushed myself so hard, I was no longer ordinary.

But in his eyes, I was still the one who could be “settled for.”

The one who could be “just about fine.”

I pushed both boxes back toward him.

“Give them both to Saskia. Her happiness matters most.”

Pierce.

I don’t want your second-rate affection anymore.

—

Pierce’s brow tightened with irritation.

The door swung open. Saskia walked in.

“Pierce, I knew you wouldn’t forget my birthday gift. What did you get me this year?”

Her gaze slid past me, landing on Pierce’s face, her smile bright and teasing.

“But just so you know—if I don’t like it, I’ll be genuinely upset.”

They exchanged a knowing glance and walked toward the left box.

Saskia tore the lid off.

“Oh my god—I’ve wanted this forever!”

She threw her arms around him, not even sparing me a glance.

“You always know exactly what I want.”

Their heads pressed together as they started planning the evening.

“Saskia, you said you love fireworks. How about we go to the beach and set some off?”

Pierce’s tone was eager, like he was showing off.

“I even filed the paperwork in advance. The beach is approved for fireworks tonight.”

Saskia lit up, clapping her hands.

“Perfect! After the fireworks, let’s get barbecue.”

“It’s my birthday—diet’s cancelled!”

Pierce laughed. “Whatever you want. You don’t need to diet anyway.”

In the midst of all the joy, Saskia finally seemed to notice me.

“Linnea, why haven’t you opened your gift?”

“Are you hiding it so I can’t see?”

Pierce’s expression stiffened.

Before I could answer, Saskia walked over.

“You won’t open it? Fine—I’ll do it for you.”

A few brightly colored macarons sat in the center of the box.

She pouted dramatically.

“Pierce, wow.”

“You’re so sweet to Linnea—handmade gifts and everything.”

“But me? You just keep throwing money at me.”

She picked up a macaron and bit into it casually.

“You’re actually good at this. Linnea’s so lucky.”

“Unlike me, getting brushed off on my birthday.”

She dragged out her words, her smile barely concealed.

“We all grew up together.”

“Just because you two are dating, do I really have to be treated differently?”

I watched it all unfold.

Absurd. Ridiculous.

It had always been this way.

Saskia was always the one benefiting—but she played the wounded party.

I looked up, my voice calm.

“If you think you’re being brushed off, let’s switch.”

The room went dead silent.

Saskia’s hand froze mid-air, holding the macaron.

She instinctively looked to Pierce for help.

“Linnea, can you stop being so difficult?”

His eyes were sharp on me.

“You told me yourself—you didn’t like luxury things.”

“I baked these macarons three times. Adjusted the heat, the sweetness—I put so much effort into pleasing you.”

“Everyone can see how much I tried. Why do you have to ruin it?”

Years of swallowed hurt rose to my throat.

It burned so badly I could barely breathe.

“Back then, I told you I didn’t like luxury things—”

“because you were broke. You couldn’t even afford food.”

“I was lending you money, Pierce. I was saving your pride.”

“I didn’t want you to spend because I knew you had nothing to spend.”

His face went pale.

And with that, the last trace of love in me died.

“But Pierce, you’re my fiancé now.”

“You have the means—and you should be giving me the best. That’s what it means.”

“You gave it all to someone else.”

I looked at the frustration still burning in his eyes.

For the first time, I wanted to know:

“Pierce—who is it that you actually love?”