My Husband Replaced Me WITH MY TWIN SISTER

Chapter 2

Madeline's POV

Sienna sat on the other side of my husband, her tight emerald-green dress shimmering under the lights. Elliot let go of my hand to take hers, his gold wedding band gleaming cruelly.

The two exchanged a look of complicity, his icy blue eyes meeting Sienna's light ones, and that silence hurt me more than any words.

The rest of the show passed in a blur. I didn't hear what was said on stage, I didn't see the images on the big screen. I only felt the crushing weight of humiliation, my hands sweating as they clung to the simple dress I had sewn myself.

When the lights finally came on, Elliot stood up immediately, straightening his impeccable navy blue blazer.

"Let's go,Madeline," he said in a firm voice, his expression closed like a locked door. "Time to go home."

He held my arm tightly, leading me out of the studio. Sienna walked on his other side, her high heels making a decisive sound on the floor, her short black hair with perfect bangs as always.

"Aunt SiSi, you promised to take me to the game store tomorrow!" Mason pulled on the hem of her expensive dress.

She leaned down, her smile wide and artificial. "Of course, sweetie! And you, Violet, come with Auntie to buy new dresses?" Sienna stroked my daughter's hair with possessive movements.

"Yes! Auntie always picks the prettiest clothes!" Violet hugged her, her simple blue dress seeming plain next to Sienna's expensive look.

In the car, the silence was heavy. Elliot drove with his hands firm on the wheel, his shoulders tense.

"Dad, Aunt SiSi said she's going to set up a home theater just for us!" Mason broke the silence from the back seat.

"That's right, son." Elliot looked in the rearview mirror, his face softening momentarily. "Your Aunt Sienna always knows what you like."

I turned in my seat, my light blue dress wrinkling. "Kids, we've already talked about too many gifts..."

"Ah, leave them alone, Madeline," Elliot cut in, his voice hard. "Sienna is just being affectionate."

The car stopped in front of the mansion. Elliot got out first, opening the door with abrupt movements.

"Mason, Violet - to your rooms, now," he ordered, without looking back, his expensive suit looking like armor.

Sienna got out of the car, adjusting her green dress that accentuated every curve. "I'll go with them, darling. I'll make sure they brush their teeth properly."

I was still getting up when Elliot's icy voice hit me: "Madeline, come back here. We need to talk, in the living room now."

My legs trembled as I followed him down the wide hallway. We had barely entered the room when I exploded:

"Of course, let's talk!" My hands gestured nervously. "What was that on TV, Elliot? You were all over my own sister! And my designs..." My voice failed for a moment.

"All those designs you credited to her... I made them! I spent sleepless nights working on them!"

Elliot slammed the door shut, his face red with anger. "Cut the drama, Madeline. You're being pathetic."

"Pathetic?" I felt tears burning my eyes. "Pathetic is you giving all the credit to my sister! They're my projects! My ideas!"

Sienna entered the room, smiling that condescending way I knew so well. "Problems, darlings?"

"Yes, problems!" I shouted, my hands clenching into fists. "My sister and my husband betraying my trust on national TV!"

Elliot took a step forward, his imposing height intimidating me. "Sienna, bring the papers from my office."

"Which papers, my dear?" she asked, tilting her head with a false air of innocence.

"You know which ones," he replied, his jaw tight.

While Sienna left the room, I took a deep breath, trying to calm down. "What's going on, Elliot?"

He ignored my question, pacing back and forth in the room, his shoes echoing on the marble. Sienna returned with a brown folder.

"Here they are," she said, placing it on the coffee table with a theatrical gesture.

Elliot opened the folder with precise movements. "Divorce papers. And a custody agreement."

The air left my lungs. "Divorce?" My voice came out as a whisper. "Are you joking?"

"Do you think I would joke about something like that?" His voice was sharp as a knife.

Sienna approached, her heels echoing on the marble. "Perhaps we should sit down for this, sister."

"I prefer to stand," I said, my hands beginning to tremble visibly. "And custody? Of my children?"

Elliot pushed the papers toward me. "Sign here, here and here."

"I'm not signing anything!" My voice rose in pitch. "They're my children!"

Sienna gave a soft laugh. "Little sister, be reasonable. What kind of example are you setting for them?"

"Shut up, Sienna!" I screamed, my eyes filling with tears. "This is none of your business!"

"Actually, it is," Elliot cut in, raising his voice. "Sienna spends more quality time with the children than you do. They practically see her as their mother."

"She's my twin sister, Elliot! Of course they spend time together!"

"Exactly," he said, his eyes narrow. "And they clearly prefer the upgraded version."

I leaned on the sofa, feeling a sudden dizziness. "Why are you doing this?"

"Because I'm tired, Madeline." He crossed his arms. "Tired of your incompetence, your dramatic crises."

Sienna placed her hand on his arm, her long, well-manicured fingers contrasting with my simple, unpolished hands. "Brother-in-law, perhaps we can give her some time to process..."

"No." His voice was final. "She signs now or I'll pack her bags tonight."

My hands shook uncontrollably. "You can't do this."

"I can, yes." He smiled, a cold smile. "I have money, lawyers, evidence."

"What evidence?" my voice came out strangled.

Sienna took out her phone, her fingers sliding across the screen. "Remember that night you took sleeping pills and passed out on the couch? You looked... well, you didn't look well." She turned the screen toward me. "I have photos."

"You planned this..." I whispered, feeling the floor give way beneath my feet.

"Sign, Madeline," Elliot pushed the pen toward me, his hand firm and decisive.

"And if I refuse?"

"Then I'll tell the children that their mother abandoned them." His blue eyes were like ice stones. "That she chose to leave."

"They would never believe that!"

Sienna smiled, showing all her perfect teeth. "They believe everything I say, dear. Just yesterday Violet told me she wished I were her real mother."

The pain was so physical that I had to hold onto the table, my legs weakening. "You're lying..."

"Am I?" She winked at me, her eyes shining with malice. "Ask her tomorrow. If you're even here."

"Sign it now!," Elliot ordered, tapping his finger on the documents, his face a mask of impatience.