Rochelle woke up from her nap. She glanced at the clock and noted that it had been a few hours since she slept.
She looked to the window, it was getting dark outside. She had slept from morning to the evening, she had been so emotionally drained that she couldn't do anything other than resting.
She switched on the light. Looking around the room she realised that she was in her sister's bedroom. Her wish of waking up in her old apartment and finding out that everything had just been a bad dreams was false.
She woke up to the same reality that she was trying to ran away from. She had to live her sister's live and become her. Her sister was flawless and perfect that she could hardly imagine fitting in her shoes.
It was not just impossible but couldn't be achieved. She was no fairy, she was the devil. An evil heart that never saw the love that her sister had for her. She brought a pillow to her chest and hugged it tightly.
It was so sad. Her sister was no longer alive and it was funny that it took her death for Rochelle to realise how much her sister really loved her.
She cried into the pillow. She was cursed to have eyed her sister's life. Of all the successful people in the world. She was only ever bitter of the life that her sister had.
It broke her heart to thing of the price of her wish. She got what she wanted but her sister was no longer alive, she was a murderer like Ander had said.
She got up from the bed and looked around the room, it was then that she noticed the huge photo hanged on the wall on top of the bed. She had missed it in the morning since she was more interested in the things in the room.
She recognised the dress that Raya wore. It was a cheap dress that her mother had left for her. She wore it on her birthday that many designated people of the country attended.
She didn't mind that it was a cheap dress from an open market. She wore it with pride and made it look like a designer dress from abroad.
No one in the party even knew where the dress had come from, Raya wore it and that in it's fact made it the best dress in the room.
She was so caught up in her bitterness at the party that she didn't notice how much her sister resembles their mother.
Her kind eyes ever so gentle with love and her sweet smile that lit the room wherever she went. She posed in the photo with her husband Ander. The power couple of the country, they were the talk of the town wherever they went.
"I am sorry," she whispered in tears.
"Hahaha," a mocking laughter sounded behind her. Rochelle quickly turned around to look in the direction of the laugh. Ander stood by the bathroom door, leaning on the wall.
His posture and aura resembling that of a cold and indifferent prince from a far away land that was out of this world. He looked handsome even when he was mocking her with his laughter.
"It took her death for you to be sorry," Ander uttered.
His words of truth pierced through Rochelle's heart. He was right and it ass wrong of her, she should have said sorry to her sister while she was still alive. She regretted everything and wished to make it up to her, she missed her more than life and wished that she had not made her stupid wish in the first place.
"Don't you think it's too late?" Ander inquired his face getting serious. "You have no right to be sorry. Just live like you normally do, like a stone hearted woman that I know you to be," he added.
Rochelle bit her lower lip unable to say anything. She accepted everything that he told to her, she understood that he was in pain. He had lost the love of his life all because of her stupid wish and mistakes.
He had all the rights to vent his anger out on her. She lowered her gaze, she didn't have the right to look at her sister's husband.
"She wanted you to be here. If it were up to me, I would have strangled you to death for taking her away," he informed to her.
Rochelle's eyes shot up at him. Tears threatening to fall from her eyes, his words were full of pain. He was hurting from the loss of his wife and her presence only made it worse.
He had to look at her and see the face of his wife when she wasn't his wife. The only thing of Raya that was in the woman before him was her heart. Apart from that, there was nothing. They were poles apart even though they were twins.
And it disgusted him to even look at her face up close let alone the idea of having to pretend that she is his wife for five years.
"We have a family dinner today. The family is waiting for their daughter in law to go down and join them," he spoke coldly. "Get dressed and come down," he added and walked out of the room.
Being in the same room with her was suffocating him.