My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 03

My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 03

The night was dark.

I walked a full kilometer before I found a bakery still open.

The cashier smiled softly as she wrapped my cake.

“You’re in luck—this is the last one tonight. Half price.”

“I hope your days ahead are as sweet as this cake.”

When the rich sweetness hit my tongue, I finally broke down.

It was the first birthday cake I’d ever had—that was just mine.

No Saskia’s name on it.

No comments full of “Happy birthday Saskia.”

Clean. Simple. Just a little cartoon figure.

Turns out, spending your birthday alone isn’t loneliness at all.

I looked up at the moonlight.

It reminded me of the night Pierce and I got together.

After a birthday party wound down, everyone had left.

I was cleaning up alone—taking out the trash—when he came back.

He took the bag from me and ruffled my hair.

“Linnea, you’re steady. Dependable. The one who makes me feel safe.”

“Everyone else goes for bright, shiny cherries.”

“But I’ve always preferred the quiet apple.”

“Will you be my girlfriend?”

The moon was soft.

I nodded. He kissed me.

That kiss stole ten years of my heart.

Now I finally saw clearly—

the man who said he preferred apples still ran straight for the cherry.

A loud bang echoed from the beach.

I looked up. Fireworks exploded across the sky.

They spelled out:

Happy Birthday to Our Goddess Saskia! Forever Young!

Pierce’s love was grand and dazzling.

The whole world could see it.

None of it was for me.

I stood there and laughed.

For ten years, I’d turned it over in my mind again and again.

Was I not good enough? Not worthy?

I’d run after him, hoping for just a sliver of equal love.

But I forgot what he’d said from the start—

People like different things. Some like cherries. Some like apples.

What I couldn’t understand was—

why did he come for me, if he never wanted me?

I shook off the thought and started walking home.

I didn’t expect to run into him at the corner.

In the glow of the crowd, Pierce bent down patiently, teaching Saskia how to light a firework.

People gathered around, voices full of admiration.

“God, they look perfect together! Like they were made for each other.”

When the firework burst, Saskia shrieked with joy and threw herself into his arms.

“Pierce, thank you—you made my firework dream come true! I’m so happy!”

He held her, eyes soft, gently tapping her nose.

“As long as you’re happy.”

In the crowd, he turned and his gaze found mine.

“Linnea, happy birthday.”

Saskia followed his gaze—then leaned in close.

“Pierce, I wish I had a boyfriend like you.”

Both their ears turned red.

I didn’t stay.

I gathered every last trace of feeling and tucked it away.

Then I turned and walked against the crowd.