My Boyfriend Cheats at Night, His Twin Sleeps with Me

When Ariadnie opened her eyes, she was already in a hospital room.

The sharp smell of disinfectant lingered at the tip of her nose. She looked around—there wasn’t a single person there.

It felt as if the man she’d seen before losing consciousness had been nothing more than a hallucination.

Lowering her head, she caught a faint cedar scent on her clothes, and her heart eased.

‘It was him.’

Remembering what she needed to do next, and the wedding that was just around the corner, she immediately pulled out the IV from the back of her hand, checked herself out of the hospital, and headed home.

When she got home, the place was completely empty.

Scrolling through Reagan’s Instagram Stories, she saw that Rasper and Redmond were busy cheering her up—buying her jewelry, even booking out Disneyland for her.

A stabbing pain pierced through Ariadnie’s chest, like thousands of needles driving straight into her heart.

She looked down at her arm. The burn wrapped under gauze radiated heat and pain, keeping her from falling asleep.

She didn’t know how much time had passed before a heavy body suddenly crashed onto hers, the strong smell of alcohol making her frown.

The man’s voice was hoarse, dripping with lust. “Babe…”

Ariadnie froze. The moment she snapped back to herself, she used all her strength to push Redmond away.

“Still throwing a tantrum?” His expression turned cold. His tone was impatient. “It was your fault. I just locked you up for one night. Nothing happened to you, did it?”

Ariadnie’s cold gaze settled on the tear mole at the corner of his eye. Suddenly, she laughed.

“You know I hate the smell of alcohol. Couldn’t you at least take a shower first?”

Thinking she’d finally calmed down, Redmond looked satisfied. He took off his clothes and went to shower.

The moment the water started running, Ariadnie grabbed his phone. She tried several passwords with no luck until Reagan’s birthday flashed through her mind.

The phone unlocked at once. A knowing glint flashed across her eyes.

‘So Rasper isn’t the only one who likes Reagan…’

She quickly opened the photo album and deleted every video on both the phone and the cloud.

Just as she was about to exit, she accidentally noticed a hidden folder in the cloud. When she opened it, her pupils constricted sharply.

She hadn’t expected Redmond to gift her something this valuable.

Without a second of hesitation, Ariadnie transferred all the data onto her own phone.

By the time Redmond came out wrapped in a towel, he was mostly sober. He dimmed the lights first.

“Babe, you should cover your eyes later…”

Before he could finish, Ariadnie’s stomach twisted violently. She rushed into the bathroom and gagged.

When she stepped out, Redmond was on the balcony making a call.

“Bro, could Ariadnie be pregnant? I don’t want this kid.”

After a while, he replied, “Alright, I’ll figure out a way to take care of it.”

When he turned around and saw Ariadnie’s cold expression, a chill shot through him.

“Babe… did you… hear anything?”

Ariadnie quietly stared at his face. A moment later, she spoke softly.

“No.”

A flicker of guilt flashed in Redmond’s eyes. “Something urgent came up at work. I need to head out now.”

Ariadnie showed no reaction at all. “Okay.”

The next morning, just as she stepped out the door to go in for an abortion, a speeding sports car suddenly came straight at her.

She saw the vicious, unhinged look in Reagan’s eyes.

A loud crash followed as the car rammed directly into Ariadnie. She was thrown hard onto the ground.

Struggling, she reached into her bag for her phone—only for Reagan, who had already gotten out of the car, to kick it out of her hand.

“Go die!”

Not long after, Ariadnie lost consciousness completely, collapsing in a pool of her own blood.