Fakes will always be fake
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The next day, Queenie was woken up by random noises, and it was people ransacking her house.
‘Who are you? Leave!’ she yelled.
A beautiful woman appeared, with hair black as night and smooth as silk, dressed in a little white dress, like the typical girl next door, but she’s crippled and on a wheelchair.
‘Don’t you know? This house is now mine.’ The girl said while throwing Queenie’s shirt on the floor.
‘Rainie Sonenclair…’ Queenie looked at her in shock.
‘Are you surprised? Surprised that I’m still alive? Or you’re surprised that the only thing I’ve lost is one of my legs when you tried to run me over with a car 3 years ago?’ she asked while smiling.
‘I never thought of killing you, it was an accident, the brakes weren’t working…’ Queenie shook her head as she explained.
‘So I ran towards your car on purpose? Are you trying to say that?’
No way, Queenie knew it’s impossible for someone to do so.
‘It’s been 3 years, Queenie Song, it’s time for you to pay back what’s mine. Get your things, and leave the apartment.’
Queenie clenched her fist, ‘I didn’t do it on purpose, it was an accident, although it’s still my fault. I will do anything to help you feel better.’
‘Sure you can help.’
‘What can I help you with?’
‘Divorce with Wesley.’ Rainie said.
‘Impossible, I will not divorce him!’ Queenie said.
Rainie stared at her, cruelly, ‘If not for your face, you’d think Wesley would marry you? A fake will always be fake! Don’t try to think that you can replace me!’
Rainie stood up in anger, shocking Queenie.
Without saying anything else, Rainie walked towards the stairs and tumbled down, lying on the ground, with a wound on her forehead.
‘Rainie!’ Wesley yelled and ran over to pick her up, giving a stare full of hatred towards Queenie.
‘It wasn’t me… she fell herself.’ Queenie said.
‘You evil b***h, are you trying to kill her again?’ Wesley shouted.
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