The Billionaire’s Duplicate Wife

Elena POV I raced through the road, finding my way back to the office with coffee in my hand, a wide peaceful smile plastered on my face. You might think I am the happiest woman in the world. I have a job, and I have a boyfriend who loves me, an apartment comfortable for me and alive. You might think it's perfect. But I'm not. I am the outcast daughter, the twin who was thrown away to make her second better. I was exiled for eight years away from my family, all alone, believed to strive on my own. And I will. I have no plans of going back. I am satisfied with the little life has given to me. I plan on staying that way no matter what. I soon got back home and felt so tired, opening the door to see Elias had already prepared a well-garnished dinner and a wide hand open to welcome me. I rushed and hugged him tightly. "I missed you. Work was hectic," I said to him as he slowly placed his hands on my cheek, his gaze fixed on mine. "And despite all that stress, all those problems, you still look as beautiful as you have ever been," he said. He always had a way of making my day the absolute best. Even when I am broken and shattered beyond repair. I couldn't help but giggle. He had already made my day with just those few sentences. I took my seat, about to gobble down my dinner, when he placed a letter on the table. "I don’t know who deals with letters now. Mostly in the States, though this is from another state. But it kind of surprised me you got a meal. Isn’t it so surprising? And I couldn’t even throw it into the mailbox. They had to knock directly, claiming it was important. I saw your family name there," he said, but I could tell from his tone that he was a bit skeptical, like the letter had something he did not want me to see. I smiled, waving my hands that he shouldn’t worry while I opened it to see it was from my dad. I dropped it back instantly as I lost my appetite. "After eight years, they remembered me. They remembered their daughter. After eight good years, they decided to come back into my life. Such up people." "I don’t want to read it," I said. I went back to my meal like I had not just seen a letter with my dad's name written boldly and him clearly wanting something. "From the looks of it, they are your parents. Yes, they threw you away. They threw you into exile, never wanting you in their life. But you don’t have a choice. You’re stuck with them. You just have to do whatever they want you to do. Even if it means..." "I don’t even know what to say. But Elena, they are your parents. I don’t want you to ever push that away or forget that they love you. If they don’t, they wouldn’t have remembered to message you again. I guess they couldn’t get through to you. That is why they decided to mail to you," he said. "Come on, Elias, this is... I’m not expecting to hear this from you despite you knowing everything that happened and how difficult it was for me. It was very difficult. And you know, if you weren’t in my life, I would have killed myself at one point. I don’t know how you can be so soft and so nice in situations like this," I said to him and threw the letter on the floor. He bent and picked it up, and at that moment my heart melted again. "I don’t know what to do. I don’t think I can ever push Elias away. Because he is the only person who always makes me believe that my life is much more important than I always make it to be. No matter what it is, no matter what they want from you, still give them a chance. Read it, know what they want, and if you don’t accept it, you can’t tear it up. And I would not force you to do what they want. Believe me," he assured. I then collected the letter and went through it, started as if they cared about me, as if they wanted me back. All they needed was their daughter and nothing else. But then, as I continued to read through it, I noticed they wanted me back home. I looked at Elias, and my face dropped even more. "What is the problem?" he asked, already in a panic mode from only my expression. "They want me back home. They miss me," I stuttered, not knowing the right words to use or what to say. I still couldn't believe it. It seemed like a dream, like an illusion. My parents will never want me back. They always saw me as someone who wasn't important, someone they didn't need. And now they suddenly want me back home. And they want me home as soon as possible. "Impossible. That’s impossible." I threw the letter and stood up, picking up my phone as I was about to storm off when Elias pulled me back, hugging me tightly to himself. "Let me go, Elias. There is nothing you're going to say to me that would actually change my life, my mind," I said to him, still fighting my way from his grip. "I am not trying to change your mind. I am just stopping you from making a mistake. They want you home. Definitely they saw something. They missed you. They want to forgive you. Just give them a chance, I beg you," he pleaded. I stared back at him, tears fighting their way from my eyes as I held them back, biting my lips. I looked away, sniffing it back. "You don’t understand. You don’t know what they did to me, Elias. I want to go there. I can’t cope. What if I go back there and they push me away again just like they always do?" I asked. "And that is why you won’t be going alone. You have me. I will back you up. I will be by your side through thick and thin, and when you think and know you can’t cope, I will be there to rescue you, and we will leave immediately. I promise." That was all I needed: Elias's assurance, and I got it. I guess I am going back home, an exiled twin after eight years returning to my parents, not knowing what exactly they want from me.