“I don’t get it, Varden. Are you trying to tell me, that the woman you are supposed to get married, is an impostor, and that all these while, we had the real Elizabeth with us in the house?” Draco asked, sounding genuinely confused.
Varden didn’t blame him. He had reacted exactly the same way when Damien had told him. “As I said, Draco. As I said.” He managed, letting out a sigh as he went to sit down. “I feel like an i***t, man. I don’t even know what to do next.”
Oliver looked at him like he was talking nonsense. “You don’t now what to do next? Hell, man, call Lexie. Or go get her. She has a lot of explaining to do.”
Varden eyes his brother. “I did call her. But she straight up switched off her phone after letting it ring three times.” He said as a matter of fact. His chest still hur
