Falling into the devils bed

Penelope's POV:

"You can just get her anything. It doesn't matter what it is. Penelope is a simple woman. She'll accept a ring made of bread tie."

My sister, Calypso, is laughing. She's in bed, tangled with a man, her hair and makeup messy in a way that can only be from sex.

"Nah. I don't want her to think I'm poor." The man, Charles, who's also my husband of four years replies. "It has to be something thoughtful. Something...classy. I got her a diamond earring set the last time. Maybe rubies? Or gold? Come on, give me ideas."

"She has a million of these 'classy' gifts already,"

He runs his fingers down her arm. "What can I say? I like spoiling my wife rotten. She never had it growing up, you know."

"I fucking know. We're twins, remember?"

My heart threatens to burst out of my chest, the same way my eyes fill with hot tears. Standing outside our shared bedroom, I can see everything from the crack in the door. I clamp a shaky hand over my mouth so I won't make a noise. My blood turns to ice in my veins and my head swims.

No.

This can't be happening. I'm dreaming. I fell asleep on the plane and this is all a horror nightmare.

There's no way my husband, the one man who made me believe in love, the one who's never been anything but kind and sweet and gentle to me, the one who cried on our wedding day....there's no way he's in bed with my sister now.

Charles pulls Calypso into his lap.

"Ready for round...what now?" She says in-between giggles.

"Who cares?" My husband replies in a breathy groan. "Your body is fucking dynamite, love. Can't get enough of you."

Love. My love. That's what he calls me when he's deep inside me. When he's holding me after an exhausting day of work and he kisses my hair, telling me how much he loves me.

He's calling her that...

I take a step back. My breaths lodge in my throat. He said that to me...oh gods. How many times has this happened.

"And yet, you go back to her every time. You get her a fancy gift, tell her how much you love her, and fuck her like she's the only woman in your heart."

Charles chuckles. It used to fill my belly with butterflies, now it fills me with dread. "I don't fuck Penelope. I make love to her, there's a difference."

There's silence. It stretches on for so long that I begin to wonder if they vanished. But when I look up, I find that they're still there.

They burst into laughter. It's so sudden that it punches me in the gut. My twin sister and my husband, fucking, laughing at me. I grit my teeth hard, caught between storming in and strangling them and quietly leaving.

"Poor Pen. I almost feel sorry for her." Calypso says, pushing her silky black hair over her shoulder. Her slender body writhes on top of him, the wet sounds of their bodies making me sick. "Maybe we should have a threesome. That'll be so much fun, don't you think?"

"With her? Out of the question." Charles flips her on her stomach, leaning over her. His sandy hair falls over his gray eyes which are brimming with lust. Lust for her. "She blushes when I kiss her cheek, she only knows two positions, and she's shy as hell. You might give her a heart attack from the idea alone."

"And I'm the slut?

"My slut, you mean,"

I can't take it anymore.

I turn and hurry away, grateful for a second that I had taken my shoes off. I grab my purse and leave the house, not stopping till I'm out in the open. The afternoon sun blinds me, and the sounds of the busy street make me want to retreat.

My hands are shaky as I fish for my phone. I swallow the lump in my throat, blinking back tears as I scroll down my contact list.

"Baby, aren't you on a flight?" Seraphina, my best friend yawns the moment she pick the call. In the background I hear a cat yowl. "Quit it Duke, I'm on a call!"

"Where...where are you?" My voice is cracking. The tears rush forward and I choke on a sob. I bit my lip till I taste copper.

"What's wrong? I'm at home, do you need a lift?" her tone turns serious.

"The flight was...was cancelled and I...I'm at home and..." I can't get any more words out without bursting into tears in front of the fucking Bjorn palace. That would make headlines by evening.