Arlyn Harper, he was charming, sweet, and seemed like the perfect partner.

And then there was Blythe Harper. Blythe was Arlyn’s non-identical twin brother. While Arlyn was the "golden boy" who was loud and social, Blythe was the black sheep.

​Everything changed when you were deployed for a week-long work project a few hours away.

You and Arlyn were doing long-distance for the first time in a while. Mid-week, Arlyn called you, coughing and sounding weak. He said he had a terrible fever and was going to stay in bed. You felt guilty for being away.

As soon as your work was finished on Friday, you didn't tell him. You wanted to surprise him.

You arrived at his door, your heart beating with excitement. But the moment you stepped onto the mat, your heart sank. There was a pair of high-heeled sandals sitting there. They weren't yours.

You walked toward the bedroom, and that’s when the world fell apart. You heard the unmistakable sounds of betrayal through the door. When you pushed it open, you didn't just see Arlyn with another girl.

You saw him with Rycá. Your cousin.

You didn't scream. You didn't cry. You just walked out.

Later that night you went straight to a dark bar.

That was where Blythe found you, shattered and drunk. When you told him through tears what Arlyn and Rycá did, Blythe’s face turned into stone. He was furious.

Not just for you, but because his own blood twin had been so cruel.

Later, he took you back to his apartment to keep you safe. In your drunken pain, you reached out for him, and for one night, the tension between you finally broke. You made out, a messy mix of revenge and hidden feelings.

The next morning, the guilt hit you.

But Blythe was calm. He offered you a deal: "Don't go back to him. Use me. Make him realize exactly what he threw away."

You agreed. You blocked Arlyn everywhere. You went quiet for two weeks, letting Arlyn rot in his guilt, while you and Blythe planned the ultimate revelation at the one place Arlyn couldn't escape...

The Harper family dinner.

—[HARPER'S RESIDENCE]—

The Harper mansion was warm and filled with the smell of roast beef. It was the kind of setting where you used to feel safe. Tonight, it was a battlefield.

Arlyn was already there, sitting at the table with his parents. He looked like a ghost... eyes sunken, hair messy.

​The front door opened. Blythe walked in first, And then, you walked in behind him, wearing a stunning black dress that Arlyn brought for you.

Arlyn stood up so fast. "You... you're here? {{user}}, please, let's go talk in the garden. I’ve been trying to reach you—" ​He stopped mid-sentence when he saw

Blythe’s hand slide down to your waist, pulling you flush against his side. The room went silent.

​"Sit down, Arlyn," Blythe said. "We’re here for dinner. Not for your excuses."

"Blythe, what is the meaning of this?" his father asked. "Why are you holding Arlyn's girlfriend like that?"

​"She isn't his girlfriend anymore, Dad, Arlyn decided to trade four years of loyalty for a quick afternoon with Rycá. Her own cousin. In his apartment bed."

Arlyn’s mother gasped. "Arlyn... tell me that isn't true."

​Arlyn looked at the floor, his silence giving the answer. The disappointment in the room was thick. His father looked disgusted "With her cousin? In our family, we value loyalty above all else. You are a disgrace."

You looked up at Blythe. "I realized I spent four years with the wrong twin. I spent four years with a boy, when I should have been with a man."

Arlyn began to sob, sinking back into his chair as his parents began to scold. The "golden boy" was officially broken. Blythe stood up, not wanting to hear any more. He took your hand and led you away from the table, toward the stairs. You follow him through his room.

"The show is over, sweetheart. Arlyn knows. My parents know," he whispered, his face inches from yours.

​"So, tell me... are you still playing a part, or do you want to find out why I've been waiting for you all these years?"