Chapter 348 The Truth
On the other hand, Sandy returned to the villa community and faintly noticed a car following her.
She frowned, that car seemed to have trailed her all the way!
Sandy parked her car along the curb, and the other car came to a stop as well. On the deserted street, the warm glow of the streetlights cast a soft light.
Sandy glanced through the rearview mirror and saw a man sitting in the driver's seat, his outline vague. She curled her fingers at the thought, ‘It might be Zephyr following her.’
Exiting her car, she walked over and tapped on the car window.
Soon enough, the door opened, and Zephyr stepped out from behind the wheel. His tall figure was so familiar in the night.
It was indeed him!
Sandy took a step back, exposing her wary expression. She demanded, "Zephyr, enough is enough. Why do you keep stalking me like this?"
Everywhere she went, there he was! What on earth did he want?
"I'm sorry for the trouble. But what can I do? I can't control myself. I want to see you every day," Zephyr confessed, his eyes full of deep emotion tinged with sadness.
The evening breeze carried away that sadness, touching everything around it with a sense of melancholy.
Sandy felt a tightness in her chest, and labored breathing. A sour sensation rose in her throat, she turned, crouched by the roadside, and retched.
Startled, Zephyr hurried over to help her by patting her back. "What's wrong?" he asked, worriedly.
After Sandy managed a few more dry heaves and felt a little relief in her chest, she stood up and flung off his hand.
"Get away from me! It's you—you make me sick!" she remarked, harshly. The sight of him was enough to make her physically ill.
Hurt flashed in Zephyr's eyes. He fell silent, then went to his car and retrieved a bottle of bottled water for her. "Rinse your mouth, and I'll be on my way," he suggested.
Sandy didn't want to take it, but Zephyr pressed the bottled water into her hands and then turned to get into his car.
The vehicle softly started up, made a U-turn, and slowly disappeared from her line of sight.
A sour taste surged up Sandy's throat again.
Tears swirled in her eyes; she swallowed, tilted her head back, and gulped down some water, allowing the cold liquid to flow down her throat, soothing the overwhelming sorrow within her.
Once her emotions gradually stabilized, she drove her car back to the Hamilton family mansion.
Entering the foyer, the house was quiet; it seemed everyone had already gone to rest. Sandy changed her shoes and went upstairs.
Upon entering her bedroom, before she could turn on the wall light, she noticed a faint glimmer of a spark flickering on the bedroom balcony. Who was there? Was it Kenneth?
Startled, Sandy quickly turned on the wall light and walked toward the balcony.
There on the balcony, Kenneth leaned against the railing in a black robe. Between his slender fingers, he held a cigarette, his handsome features looking especially profound against the night sky.
Seeing him, Sandy's heart fluttered slightly, "Kenneth, you're back?"
Kenneth took a deep drag, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and turned to face her. He didn't speak, his gaze dark and unreadable, making it impossible to discern his thoughts.
Sandy felt a tingling in her scalp under his stare. Was he still upset about the ointment?
"It's chilly outside, won't you come in?" she asked, her voice tense.
Kenneth remained silent as his black eyes fixed on her.
Sandy swallowed and pretended to act nonchalant, "I'm going to take a hot shower."
The chill in his gaze made her feel unsettled. indescribable panic rose within her. She couldn't understand why she felt so anxious.
Because she was absentminded, Sandy accidentally bumped into the sofa.
A file that had been resting on the couch fell onto the floor. Several photos peeked out from inside it.
Sandy hurriedly squatted down to pick up the file. But when she saw the photos scattered on the ground, she paused, her face turning pale.
The girl in the photos had a face identical to hers.
But Sandy knew that wasn't her!
Her heart trembled slightly as she clutched the photos. Where did this file come from? Could it mean...
"Should I call you Sandy, or should I call you Cora?" his cold voice echoed above her head, like a harbinger from hell in the silent night, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Sandy trembled involuntarily, standing up to face Kenneth. "Have you been investigating me?" she asked.
Kenneth's gaze was icy. "If I didn't investigate, would you have kept me in the dark until I was dead?" he remarked, coldly.
He truly hadn’t expected his wife to be an imposter, and to still be seeing her first love, Zephyr!
Sandy, confused and panicked, asked, "What do you mean 'dead'?"
He grasped her chin with a cold, hard stare, "Did you go to the show with Zephyr tonight?"
He had returned home after receiving the investigation report from his assistant. And she wasn't there.
His mother had mentioned that she went to the show with Nora.
But just a while ago, Zephyr was right behind her. Did she truly go to the show with Nora? Or was Nora just a shield?
Sandy's gaze flickered slightly, "No, I went to the show with Nora."
"Still lying!" Kenneth's face was like ice. "Sandy, you used Nora as a front, letting her cover for you while you and Zephyr enjoyed the show together in secret. Do you find it thrilling?"
The anger in his eyes was palpable, his grip on her chin tightened as if he wanted to crush her.
Sandy was both hurt and frantic, "Kenneth, I honestly didn't go to the show with Zephyr. We just bumped into each other there."
Kenneth's dark eyes were frosted with chill, "A chance meeting? You coincidentally watch the show together and then coincidentally come home together?"
Sandy choked on her words, realizing he might have seen Zephyr from the terrace earlier. At a loss for words, she felt utterly defenseless.
Watching the man in a rage, Sandy suddenly calmed down. "Kenneth, think what you want, whatever you say goes."
He already knew her secret; she was finally free! Only she knew the agony of harboring such a heavy secret for so long.
Indeed, she wasn't truly Sandy, but Cora Hernandez.
She and Sandy were identical twin sisters and both daughters of fortune in the Hernandez family. However, despite their shared beginnings, their fates were entirely different.
Cora and her twin sister Sandy were born, but their mother died during childbirth. Their father, who had an interest in the mystical, called upon a spiritualist to perform a ritual to aid his wife's passing soul during her funeral.
After the ceremony, the father was shocked by the spiritualist's warning him that one of the twins carried a malevolent aura—a cursed soul reincarnated that would bring misfortune to loved ones. This curse was the reason for Mrs. Remington's death during childbirth.
Upon asking which daughter bore this ominous presence, the spiritualist pointed at Cora and suggested that it might be best if she were drowned. However, the father could not bring himself to commit such an act on an infant barely a month old.
In search of alternatives, the spiritualist advised that Cora be sent away to be raised by someone with a strong destiny. Every year, her father would chant prayers for her, hoping to dispel the malevolence so she wouldn’t bring harm to those around her.
As such, her father handed Cora over to a relative of the Remington family’s housekeeper to be raised in a small village. Her father declared to the world that she had died and throughout her upbringing, Cora remained oblivious to her true heritage, believing herself to be the child of a common family.
That all changed the day she went rock climbing and stumbled upon a girl who looked exactly like her. That girl was none other than her twin sister, Sandy...
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