My Twin Sister Stole My College Admission Chapter 10
Chloe lowered her head entirely, her eyes turning a bright, frantic red as she began to sob
My cousin, who had always despised Chloe’s arrogant superiority complex, finally found the perfect opportunity to strike.
“Chloe, if you score a 400, just admit you score a 400! Nobody would have judged you for being dumb. But to literally identity-theft your own twin sister? God, your skin must be thicker than a brick wall!”
Chloe looked up through her tears, her voice shrill with panic. “Shut the hell up!”
My cousin let out a cold sneer. “Make me! You did something so fundamentally disgusting and shameless, and you think people aren’t allowed to talk about it? You are a pathetic, identity-stealing fraud!”
“You-!”
Chloe broke into a hysterical, dramatic fit of crying, trying to look as victimized as humanly possible.
My uncle stepped forward next. He didn’t use the same mocking, venomous tone as the others, but the absolute, profound disappointment radiating from him was far heavier.
“Both Elena and Chloe are your biological daughters. How could you possibly blind yourselves with such an absurd, toxic double standard?”
“If our parents were still alive today and saw the level of absolute depravity you brought upon this family name, they would never forgive you.”
Hearing this, my mom’s eyes welled with tears. “I… I just thought Elena owed Chloe! Chloe has been so sick and frail since she was a baby…”
My uncle shook his head, letting out a heavy, exhausted sigh.
“What exactly does Elena owe her? Elena was a literal child when she was born too. From the moment she entered this world, she was forced to carry the lifelong sentence of ‘owing her sister.’ Is Elena not an innocent human being?”
“The three of you have completely lost your minds. You are clinically insane.”
“Take a good look at your own actions over the years. Who actually owes who? Just look at their clothes-I have never seen Chloe wear the same designer dress twice. Meanwhile, Elena’s jeans are literally faded and frayed at the cuffs from being washed a thousand times.”
“And look at their bedrooms. I’ve seen Elena’s room before. It’s literally a cramped, windowless storage room under the stairs, no bigger than a half-bath.”
My uncle paused, staring at the three silent, frozen faces in front of him, and let out one final,
heavy sigh of disgust.
“Tell me, the three of you-what extra luxury did Elena ever receive? What exactly did she owe?”
He took a deep breath, turning his back on them. “From this day on, do not bother contacting my
branch of the family ever again. Good luck cleaning up your own mess.”
Without waiting for a response, he led his family out of the house. One by one, the remaining relatives threw a few more biting insults before scattering entirely, leaving the house in a dead, suffocating silence.
The Sterling living room was as cold as a morgue.
Logan kept his head lowered, his mind an absolute blur of conflicting thoughts. After a long moment of silence, he stood up, walked down the hallway, and opened the door to my bedroom.
He scanned the tiny space, his fists clenching tight.
It was so incredibly small.
Why on earth had he never noticed how small it was before?
He pulled open the closet doors, finding nothing but a few rows of faded, cheap, heavily worn clothes. A sudden, violent realization hit his chest: when I left this house, I hadn’t taken a single luxury item with me. I had left with absolutely nothing.
My mom walked into the room behind him, and the moment her eyes adjusted to the tiny, cramped space, her tears spilled over instantly.
She thought of Chloe’s massive, custom-built master suite packed with rows of brand-new designer clothes. She thought of the ten massive, heavy suitcases they had packed for Kingston.
She thought of the final glimpse she had caught of me at the front door-a solitary, fragile figure shouldering a single backpack, standing entirely alone as the family drove away in a grand,
celebratory caravan.
In that exact second, her psychological defenses crumbled completely.
“I… I was wrong…”
She looked around the damp, suffocating room. “All these years… Elena lived in this dark,
miserable corner…”
My dad stood right at the threshold of the room, listening to her sobs. He pulled out a cigarette, clicked his lighter, and took a deep, heavy drag, his face completely shrouded in thick, dark smoke
Logan squeezed his eyes shut, his chest constricting until it physically ached.
He snatched his phone out of his pocket and frantically dialed my number, desperate to apologize, desperate to beg for my forgiveness.
But the moment the call went through, all he got was a flat, automated busy signal.
He froze. “I’m… I’m blocked…”
Hearing this, my parents immediately pulled out their own phones to call, but every single line met the exact same flat, automated rejection.
Chloe, completely oblivious to the shift in the room, staggered down the hallway, crying and whining just like she always did when she wanted to manipulate them.
“Mom, Dad, Logan… I refuse to go to that trashy community college! Force Elena to drop out of Stanford! Force her to reapply and give her new admission to me! I want-”
“Shut the hell up!”
Logan’s sudden, feral roar echoed through the house, causing Chloe to freeze in absolute terror. She stared at him in utter disbelief, looking at his bloodshot, raging eyes. “Logan?”
He took a deep, ragged breath, his chest heaving with pure, suffocating resentment. “Either you pack your bags and go to that community college, or you re-take the SATs on your own dime, or you get your pathetic ass out of this house and find a minimum-wage job!”
“Chloe, you’ve lived a thoroughly pampered, parasitic life for far too long!”
Without waiting for her reaction, he violently shoved past her, stormed into his own bedroom, and slammed the door shut.
My parents cast one final, exhausted look at her.
Then, without saying a word, they walked back to the living room and slumped onto opposite sides of the sofa, leaving Chloe standing entirely alone in the hallway, howling in hysterical, desperate
tears.
Four years later, I officially graduated from Stanford University.
I immediately secured an elite engineering role at a Silicon Valley tech giant with a starting compensation package of over $250,000 a year, bought my own luxury apartment, and got a brand-new car.
For my apartment, I chose the master suite with the absolute best, most sun drenched balcony
I never once reached out to them or checked their status.
We had truly, permanently cut ties.
