The beginning of my beginning.

It starts

I stand in shock, looking at the face that is exactly like mine. "Sister" Yasmine says in her overly sweet voice, "Oh I missed you so-

I cut her off immediately, "How did you get this address and what do you want?" My tone is short.

I watch her eyes go over my shoulder before looking back on me, Dylan must be behind me. She then turns on her crocodile tears and says, "I miss you Jasmine. I miss my twin and I want us to reconnect and be close again." She ups her water works, not to sway me but tug at Dylan's compassion.

"No" I say firmly. Her eyes widen with her fake tears and I feel Dylan tug on my arm and pull me away from the door. His back is to the door but I can see Yasmine leaning in to listen.

"Maybe she's changed honey. Give her a chance" He says.

I stare at him in disbelief. "After everything I told you she did to me, trying to purposely hurt and hinder me you want me to give her a chance? She hasn't changed, she has an agenda" I shot back at him.

"I think she's being sincere." I knew then. the seeds had been planted. she wanted to come and destroy my marriage and it's already starting. Dylan knows everything so for him to go against me is a huge act of betrayal.

I sigh. "Fine, Dylan" I then look to see yasmine smirk at me. I no longer care.

she moves in and it starts very subtly. But I still see it. The inside jokes, the finding excuses to touch, the looks. Meanwhile I separate our funds, collects evidence, and stay quiet like I'm completely unaware of what's happening.

Then one day, she 'accidentally' came into the kitchen in my husband's shirt, smirking and saying it must've got mixed in the laundry. I pretend to go along with her lie and play dumb, while finding myself an apartment.

Now here we are, my soon to be ex having s*x with my twin sister. In our once marital bed. I calmly open the door and stare blankly as Dylan thrusts into Yasmine, she smirks at me while moaning his name loudly, not noticing that I'm recording this both in my phone and with the camera in the room.

I clear my throat loudly. making dylan jump out of Yasmine and the bed. "Jasmine, it-it it's not what it looks like!" Wow, how original.

"Oh, so you're not screwing my sister in my bed?" I asked with a raised eyebrow. He goes silent but Yasmine jumps into her act, "Jasmine, I'm sorry but we fell in-"

I cut her off, "I don't care" I look at Dylan's shocked face "I want a divorce. and I'm going for alimony." I pack the rest of my clothes and Dylan protests and claims to still love me but made a mistake. I stop recording and tap on my phone as I leave, pulling all my money out of his company. Making his stock drop in the process. placing my bags in the car I drive to my new life.