My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 04

My Fiancé Favors My Twin Sister Chapter 04

The next morning, I opened my phone.

Videos of the private beach and the grand fireworks had gone viral on Instagram.

Comments flooded in—full of envy and well-wishes:

This is literally out of a romance novel—rich boyfriend throws a whole firework show for his girl!

Money really does buy romance. Who’s jealous? Not me. Definitely not me.

Fireworks fade but love stays. Hope they’re always this happy.

Photos taken by strangers spread everywhere.

The two of them, pressed close.

So perfectly matched it almost hurt.

A dull ache gripped my chest, so tight I could barely breathe.

A notification popped up. Saskia had posted.

I clicked in. The photo was of the two of them under the fireworks.

The caption:

Someone chooses me every year. Titles don’t matter—love does.

I liked it. I commented.

Followed the thread: “Forever.”

Ten years with Pierce.

He’d never once made us public.

Every time I pushed, he deflected.

“There’ll be a right time. Just not yet.”

Whenever we appeared together, Saskia was always there. Always three people.

People said they were both outgoing, both intense—attraction was inevitable.

So when Saskia posted that half-hidden announcement, everyone knew.

A friend tagged me, joking:

Linnea, after being their third wheel all these years—how does it feel?

My fingers trembled. I typed:

Disgusting.

Everyone thought I was joking.

The replies were a string of “haha.”

But I had one thing that was only mine—the cake I’d bought for myself.

And another gift I’d prepared:

a hard-won overseas transfer from my company.

No more chasing anyone. Just following my own path.

I booked the earliest flight.

I was about to shower and rest, ready for the journey ahead—

The door swung open.

“Had breakfast yet?”

Pierce.

He was changing shoes, holding a bag of food.

“Last night’s fireworks—consider it my apology to Saskia on your behalf.”

I was so stunned I couldn’t speak.

“What did I do wrong?”

He must’ve expected me to back down. His gaze turned dark.

“Linnea, you tried to take something from your sister. And you don’t see the problem?”

“She’s your sister. We grew up together.”

“She’s always looking out for you—and you keep mistreating her.”

“It’s just a bag. I’ll buy you ten.”

He tossed a black card onto the floor in front of me.

At that moment, I felt like a beggar.

The composure I’d clung to shattered.

I picked up the card—and threw it back in his face.

It grazed his jaw. He didn’t flinch.

“Pierce. I’m not the one who’s losing it. You are. Both of you.”

His gaze stayed fixed on me.

I hated that look—the way he studied me from above.

But I met his eyes anyway.

After ten years of holding back, tears finally fell.

“Yes. I was wrong.”

“I was wrong. About everything.”

“You said you liked apples. I believed you. Ten years—gone.”

“Saskia hurt me. Over and over. I never fought back.”

“Because she’s my sister. I thought that meant something.”

“And you—I saw the way you looked at her. I saw it.”

“I just pretended I didn’t. Because I couldn’t let go.”

“But I’m done pretending now.”

I pointed at Saskia, lingering at the door with that pleased look on her face.

“Pierce. Let’s break up.”

“You’ve got what you wanted.”

“I’m giving you both the freedom you’ve been waiting for.”