Page 163 of Wicked Villain

Gabrielle starts sorting through a basket of hair combs and ties, then she combs through her sister’s hair. Leading with her right hand.

The more I watch this girl, the more I am convinced she’s right-handed.

But my wife is left-handed.

Sure, there are people who can use both hands naturally, or they’ve learned to do it for one reason or another. But this is odd.

My wife is left-handed through and through. There would have been no reason to swap from right to left.

Fuck, did I get the twins mixed up?

No, I definitely didn’t.

When Gabrielle parts Allegra’s hair, I spot something that makes my blood still.

Her birthmark. The little pink heart-shaped birthmark just between the nape of her neck and her hair.

The same birthmark I’ve admired on Gabrielle.

But this is Allegra.

Curious, I stop the video, track it back, and zoom in on Gabrielle.

I zoom in on the back of her head searching for her birthmark. Since her hair is wet, I should be able to see it with no problem.

But I can’t.

There’s nothing there but skin and wet hair. The only person with the birthmark I’m searching for is Allegra.

Allegra.

Left-handed.

Birthmark.

Fuck…

Ice filters into my veins. At first, I stare at the screen and the girl with the birthmark, sketching.

Then the truth dawns on me.

Allegra.

Allegra is my wife.

Not Gabrielle.

Left-handed.

Birthmark.

And the nightmares. She was calling for Gabrielle. Not herself.

When I thought it was strange that she would do that, I was right.

It was strange because she wasn’t calling for herself. That was my first clue that my wife isn’t the twin everybody thinks she is.

Sometimes when I call her by name, she pauses like a person who forgot something. Now I know why.