The Billionaire's Wife

Chapter 4

"Hi, how are you?" asks the woman who replicates me as she gets closer to me.

I can't think of anything to say. I was taken aback. How did we end up having the same face? How is this possible?

"I'll leave now," the nurse said as she exited the room.

"It appears you're fine," she stated. Examining me. "Apart from your injured leg."

I cleared my throat, hoping to determine the suitable word to say. I take a look at her. We looked so similar that perhaps the nurse assumed we were sisters, or should I say twins?

Aside from our faces, I presume we are the same height, as I am 5 feet and 6 inches tall. Her hair, on the other hand, is a long wavy blonde. My eyes are bluish, while hers are hazel. Her body is like those supermodels, slim but sexy.

"I know what you're thinking." She noticed me checking her out.

She bit her lower lip seductively. Her make-up is stunning. She looks more beautiful and sexier in her outfit.

"How is it possible?" I wondered, finally finding my words. She smiled at me and moved to the couch in front of the bed, which had a small table in the center.

She sat on it, placing her left leg on top of her other leg. She's only wearing a tight sexy dress, revealing her flawless thighs.

"I don't know either; my parents never told me I had twins; are we twins?" she asked, perplexed.

"Perhaps not," I replied, puzzled. Her brows furrowed, and I spoke again, "We have different eye colors, and our hair is different."

She burst out into laughter and I looked at her bewildered. "Oh, about my hair? I just dyed it into a blonde one. We have the same hair, the only difference is our eyes," she explained after regaining her composure.

She opened her shoulder bag and took a cigarette. She put it in her mouth and she was about to light it when I interrupted her.

"This is a non-smoking area," I said faintly.

She puts her lighter down on the table and holds the cigarette between her middle finger and pointed finger.

"Oh sorry, I didn't realize you were so obedient," she apologized, but her voice didn't sound apologetic.

"It's bad for your health," I said, my voice barely audible. She laughed and looked at me, amused.

"You paid my bills," I said again when she didn't respond to what I said earlier.

She shrugged her shoulders and looked at her painted fingernails.

I sighed and said, "I owe you."

She stopped examining her fingernails and looked at me blankly. "Don't mention it," she said indifferently.

"I know it's too much to ask but can I use your phone? I need to call my Mom. I don't know where my backpack is, my phone was inside of it."

I need to call my mother. And what time is it? Oh, I don't know. My eyes looked around the room, hoping I could see a wall clock.

"Here." She handed me her phone.

I was startled because I hadn't realized she was now standing next to me. I took her phone and looked at the time; it was ten in the morning. I exclaimed and quickly dialed my mother's number.

In just one ring she answered the phone.

"Hello?" Her voice cracked when she answered the phone. I can tell that she's crying.

"Mom..." I said weakly.

"Oh my God, Anna! Where are you? Why haven't you answered my calls?" she sobbed.

"Mom, don't worry, I'm fine now, it's just... I had an accident," I said hesitantly, but she had the right to know.

"What kind of accident? My goodness, you made me even more worried; I would have called the police to report you missing."

"Mom, I'm fine now. Don't worry, it was just a minor accident. Please call Aunt Martha to have someone with you now. I'll come home as soon as possible. There's something I need to settle."

Aunt Martha is my mother's only sister. She's 45 years old and still single. She's the one who takes care of my Mom when I'm not around.

"I'll be there in just a minute–"

"Please don't worry about me, Mom, I'll be fine, okay? Love you, bye."

I heard her sigh, and then we ended our call with her saying, 'Love you too.'

"Thank you." I handed the phone back to the woman who mirrored me and I asked her, "Can you tell me your name?"

"Pardon my manners, I didn't introduce myself; my name is Helena Evans, by the way," she smiled and extended her right hand to me.

I nervously accepted her outstretched hand. Her palm is incredibly soft as if she isn't doing or touching anything. I suddenly withdraw my hand, embarrassed since my hands are not as smooth as hers.

"By the way, your motorcycle was in the repair shop, nothing to worry about and your backpack is safe in my car," she said as if something important was in my bag. I smiled at her genuinely.

I wonder why she's helping me. It is because we have the same face? Or she's wondering if I am her twin sister or what? She looks nice but a little bit bitchy.

"Thank you for helping me Helena, I will pay you if I get better," I said truthfully. She gestured her hands in front of me as if saying it's okay and I don't need to worry about it.

"Don't worry about it, Savannah," she replied casually.

When she said my name, I grimaced. I kept my identity hidden from her. Maybe she spotted it on my identification card for the hospital's records.

"Is the guy from last night your boyfriend? I'd like to thank him," I added.

"Yes, he is my boyfriend, Logan, and he has some errands to handle today, but he will be here soon."

I simply nodded. "Why are you assisting me? You're so nice." I couldn't help but ask. She gave a sweet smile.

"I can't let you die on the road or sue you or let you suffer because darling we have the same face. It was as if I had neglected myself." She answered me with her bitchy attitude but she's still smiling sweetly.

I bit my lower lip, so she thought we were twins. Or I'm just assuming.

"How can I pay you?" I ask her sincerely. She grinned at me as if she was thinking something bad about how she would charge me.

She was about to say something when the door opened. And Logan enters the room with a folder in her hand. He is handsome and tall. He smiled awkwardly when his eyes landed on me.

"Hi, honey." Helena kissed him on the lips passionately without caring that there was another person in the room, I averted my gaze from them.

"I've got what you need."

I heard Logan whisper to Helena. I know I'm not supposed to listen to it but my ears felt like I could hear even if it was ten meters away. I slapped myself mentally.

"Thanks, honey, you're the best," Helena sweetly says.

"All her information is recorded in this folder," he said to her.

My brows furrowed as I wondered who they were talking to. I remain calm as if I am not listening to them and am lost in my thoughts. I raised my head when Helena said something to me.

"See you later, Savannah. I'll visit you tonight or maybe tomorrow." She winked at me.

"Get well soon," says Logan. I just nodded my head. And then, they left the room together.

I groaned because I didn't know what to do. I have work today and I didn't inform them.

I was cut in by my deep thoughts when the door opened again. The nurse came in with a tray in her hand. She smiled at me and put the food tray in front of me.

"You are probably hungry."

I smiled at her weakly. Now, I felt hungry when I saw the delicious food in front of me.

"Eat well."

"Thank you," I replied politely.

I began eating the food, which was delicious, and I ate quickly. I had no idea they served such delectable food to their patients. Or perhaps they only serve this type of food in private rooms.

I think back to the woman named Helena Evans. Honestly, I was curious about her identity, and right now I'm beginning to doubt my own.

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