After getting accustomed to Tyler's unjust treatment, Violet woke up from bed and immediately did her morning routine. September's weather was the fairest of all; the temperature was mildly warm as the breeze wandered around the mansion and brought a sense of tranquility.

Minutes later, Violet took a bath and wrapped herself in a vintage shirt and jeans. She then dashed downstairs without making any noise, afraid that she might wake Tyler up. It was already five-thirty in the morning, and Tyler usually goes down in the kitchen at six o'clock in his executive attire.

After heating the meat that Violet took from the refrigerator, she prepared the ingredients she'll need for the dish she'd cook for breakfast.

Violet moved around freely in the kitchen as if she owned it. Cooking had been Violet's leisure time. She loved cooking, one of the skills she could brag about. In fact, Sara disliked the idea of cooking. Back then, their kitchen almost burned down when her twin sister tried to cook. Instead of getting mad at Sara for her impulsive action, Dominic Harris, their father, blamed Violet for being irresponsible in not aiding Sara.

After nearly an hour, she placed the grilled meat, bacon, creamy mushroom, brie, and pancetta croissants on the round marble table.

"That should suffice," Violet muttered, wiping her sweat on her forehead.

Soon, Violet heard Tyler's rough footsteps upstairs, which send shivers down her spine. Each steps, It made Violet's heart missed a beat. She took the tray, and as Tyler saw her, Violet lowered her head and walked passed him. Suddenly, Tyler spoke, which stunned her.

"Good Morning," Tyler greeted.

With the thought that her ears had played tricks with her, Violet brushed off her bewilderment and uttered, "What did you just say? I think I missed it."

Tyler snapped his fingers, which made Violet's eyes blink twice. The man leaned closer and stated, "It seems like you are still drowsy, which made your senses at a loss. I said, Good morning, wife."

In a daze, Violet's lips quivered. Tyler called Violet, his wife, and even greeted her. It was the first time he had done that. Since they married and lived on the same roof, Tyler only neglected her and made her suffer. So, Violet reached Tyler's forehead and felt his temperature, thinking he might have a fever and be in a dilemma.

"You don't have a fever..." Violet murmured out of the blue.

Tyler's brow furrowed as he plucked Violet's forehead, causing Violet to wince as she moved backward.

"Of course, I have to work as a beaver in the future to make up for everything," Tyler retorted. Tyler sneered slightly as he sat in the chair, staring at Violet, who was perplexed inches away.

Nonetheless, Violet was still clueless about Tyler's unusual gestures. Her mind finds it suspicious, but her heart feels warm upon seeing how Tyler treats her. Perhaps, what had happened yesterday changed Tyler's impression of her.

Violet's heart was filled with optimism as she watched Tyler consume the breakfast she had prepared. Violet observed her husband's loving side at that moment, which she thought he could only express to Sara in the past.

When Violet chose to be content with Tyler's pleasant mood, silence reigned between the two of them. Violet jolted onto the seat when Tyler held Violet's hand across the Table.

"T-Tyler, I'm not Sara..." Violet whispered feebly. When Violet had the thought in her head that perhaps Tyler treated her this sweetly, it was maybe he mistook her again for Sara, just like what had happened back then.

Violet saw how Tyler sighed in frustration before responding, "Violet, I know my sudden demeanor confused you, but I wanted to apologize for what I did since we became husband and wife. I am mad. Who wouldn't? I was left in bed after getting married to Sara, and the next morning I found myself married not to her but to you. I was devastated and made you suffer in my anger. I'm sorry, Violet. This time, I wanted to make amends with you and treat you not as a servant but as my wife. Will you forgive me?"

Hearing this, Violet's heart leaped in joy as she felt the rising sob from her. Tyler asked forgiveness and even wanted to treat her right as his wife. Who wouldn't be happy? For years of secretly loving him in the dark, she yearned for Tyler to notice that Violet Harris also existed.

Tears began to fall from Violet's eyes as she sobbed. "Yes, I forgive you, Tyler," Violet responded.

Stunned, Tyler averted his gaze when he saw Violet's smiling face with tears in her eyes and shifted his eyes to his wristwatch. He said, "Wait here, I have a gift for you."

Violet froze upon hearing Tyler's words. She was about to speak, but Tyler dashed upstairs, leaving her unsaid words. While waiting for Tyler, Violet felt her heart's surge of excitement and instantaneous vibration.

Tyler came back to the Table with a long box in his hand. The box was wrapped with red ribbon and cute laces. He handed it to Violet and said, "I hope you'll like that."

Violet beamed warmly as she opened the gift, overjoyed. She looked at Tyler, taken aback by what she had seen inside the present. It was a crimson dress. The clothing was too provocative for her thing.

Violet cleared her throat as Tyler interjected, "I assumed the dress didn't meet your expectations. I'm sorry, I should have asked you first about your tast—"

"No, I-I'm just surprised...besides, it was the first gift I had received from you, so rest assured, I'll wear this," Violet responded, forcing a faint smile.

"Really? Then, would you cook dinner later? Wear the dress, and let's have our first date at home."

At that moment, the tears that Violet had suppressed fell down once more as she spoke, "Sure! I'll wait for you." Violet agreed instantly.

Tyler's lips twitched as he stood up. "Everything was settled. I'm looking forward to our first date tonight."

As soon as Tyler turned his back and left, Violet's legs weakened as she slumped on the floor with her cheeks flushed red. A glint of hope hinted in her eyes in silence because, for the first time, Tyler didn't mistook her for Sara and promised to treat her right.

Meanwhile, A refined and formidable man was seated inside a luxurious plane to which only elites had access. Inside the First Class, with his slender fingers, he reached for his wallet and took a picture of the most beautiful woman in his eyes. It has been years since she left her with their pinky promise, but each night he was away from her, their memories hunt him.

The man had to move abroad to study and left the woman he loved with no choice because he knew that if their fate were intertwined, their paths would definitely cross in the future.

Everyone might preach to her the opposite of her sister, but she stands out the most in his eyes. Back then, he couldn't fight for their love, but now, he was ready to win her back and deliver the world upon her feet because she deserved it.

As his hazelnut eyes examined the woman's face, he caressed the picture using his thumb lovingly and whispered, "The long wait is over, Violet. I returned as I promised, and I would never leave again."

Autumn's warm breath wafted around, giving a cozy and soothing atmosphere at midday. The determined Violet placed all the ingredients she needed for the meals she'd cook. Afterwards, the kitchen door opened, revealing Mother Lily, a middle-aged woman who had been Violet's nanny since she was a child.

Mother Lily was holding a basket filled with vegetables as she strode toward Violet.

Earlier, Violet asked her nanny over the phone to lend her a hand with the dishes Violet was planning to cook for dinner. Violet then beamed as warm as the weather as she took the basket that Mother Lily had handed her and said, "Thank you, nanny, for the assistance. The kitchen would be a mess without you. Besides, I wanted this dinner date to be memorable since it was the first time Tyler asked me for this."

Mother Lily's eyes flashed a hint of apprehension, she had witnessed how Violet and Sara bloomed over the years. She also knows the difference between the two. Sara may appear elegant and proper on the outside, but she is wild on the inside, while Violet seems to be misunderstood by her appearance. She is fragile and has a good heart inside.

"I've witnessed how you love that child secretly over the years. You've been misunderstood by your iron-fisted father, and yet, you remained silent. I don't want you to suffer again, Violet. Love, come and go, it was a feeling of warmth which brought immense happiness, but it can also make someone a fool." The middle-aged woman said, washing the vegetable in the sink.

"I will always keep that in mind, Nanny Lily. I assure you, Tyler had changed. We reconciled, and he promised to treat me better in the future." Violet replied, a flush rising into her cheeks.

From the view of Mother Lily, she could picture Violet with joy and excitement. Seeing Violet in that state made the old woman tease her more. "Do you still remember when you were in college? You used to read novels with love after-marriage tropes. It seemed like fictitious scenarios could also happen in reality."

"Nanny Lily!" Violet hissed, suppressing the creeping smile on her lips, and added, "Can you check Valery in the garden to see if the decoration went well?"

Vallery Williams is a well-known event organizer from Bay City, her styles were superb, and even the Grandest wedding of the Duchess in England was styled and organized by her.

Good Riddance, Vallery was Violet's friend, and even though the event was rushed and short of notice, Vallery still did Violet a favor.

Before moving, Mother Lily enveloped Violet in an embrace and whispered, "I wish for your happiness Violet. Finally, that child sees you as a woman, not someone's replica."

Hearing this, a smile crinkled in Violet's mouth as she let go of Mother Lily and proceeded to cook. It took her a couple of hours, with her great effort, to cook dishes such as Austrian Wiener, lohikeitto, a full plate of croissants, Irish stew, sarmale, and pierogi.

Violet then paused for breath and wiped the sweat on her forehead.

Violet huffed, her lips sewn into a grimace when her phone buzzed. She received a message from Tyler, which made her heart in glee.

Tyler: [See you tonight at seven. I can't wait to see how beautiful my wife will be.]

A few seconds later, Nanny Lily went inside and helped Violet to set up the food on the long table in the garden. When Valery noticed how busy her friend was, she volunteered to help, which Violet gladly accepted.

When dusk came, Vallery told Violet she'd give Mother Lily a ride. Mother Lily had to go home early since she had a grandchild to care for, while Vallery had other errands to attend to. Before bidding farewell to the two, Violet gave them a souvenir along with the Tupper wares filled with the dishes she had cooked earlier.

"Good luck on your date, Violet!" Vallery and Mother Lily said in unison, which made Violet chuckle.

"Drive safely!" Violet waved as she watched the Car of Vallery drive away.

As Violet entered the mansion, nervousness surged through her heart at that moment. She went upstairs to her room and took a bath.

Afterward, she wore the dress Tyler had given her and gazed at her reflection in the Vanity mirror. Violet expressed discomfort as she moved a little; the dress hung loose on her body as though one movement would reveal her soul.

As a matter of fact, Violet didn't fancy the dress. It had a revealing neckline and was a bit tight. It's too short and proactive. She would have thrown it away if Tyler hadn't given it to her.

Suddenly, sadness crept on her beautiful face when Violet remembered Sara's preference for this kind of outfit. Tyler might have assumed that they loved the same things because they were twins, which he thought was factually inaccurate.

"These thoughts continued to haunt me. Let alone the negativities, It was a memorable day for me. I should not have thought of something like this, "Violet stated, her voice almost screaming with fear. She brushed those negative thoughts aside and didn't waste time applying makeup to enhance her complexion.

While applying red lipstick to her cherry lips, Violet's gaze fell on her round glasses, and she smiled faintly. If Tyler saw her without glasses, would he be happy, or would he mistook her for Sara? A lot of questions lingered in Violet's mind as she looked at herself in front of the Vanity Mirror.

The woman in front of her was far from her old features. Without glasses, she could almost see her and Sara's resemblance. No wonder why the people around them mistook her for Sara.

As darkness flickered across the ground, the fairy lights in the garden had been lit. Violet was standing near the window on the second floor when she heard a horn of a car outside. Her heart throbbed inside her chest with the thought Tyler would see her in red dress. However, before she took a step forward, she felt something ominous. It was indeed a sinking feeling.

Hearing that Tyler had arrived, Violet's heart thumped as a quiver surged through her body. She went down in fidgets as she sprinted in the garden through the backdoor. Violet then wandered her eyes around and crept a proud smile, thinking about the efforts that Valery and Mother Lily put into making everything perfectly settled.

Violet sent a message to Tyler, telling him to meet her in the garden, with a grin on her solemn face. [Meet me in the garden. I am wearing the dress you gave me.]

Moments later, Violet's expectation of Tyler's response made her somehow gauche. Without hesitation, she shook her head and brushed off the jittery feeling that had bothered her.

'Perhaps he read it but was too thrilled to respond.' Violet pondered.

A few seconds later, Violet heard clamant footsteps. Closer by closer, it made her heart beats rapidly as if she was breathless. But when the footsteps approached her, Violet's eyes dilated when she saw Tyler stood before her. He was not alone.

Behind him, there were two other guys and one woman who wore the same dress as hers, which made her brow furrowed and alarmed.

At that moment, Confusion dominated Violet's face. Tyler had previously maintained a subtle manner, but tonight he was accompanied by his acquaintances and even held a woman in his arms in front of his wife. Did he show her his compassionate side to deceive her?

"Tyler, What's the meaning of this?" Violet asked, though, in her heart, she already knew the answer.

Instead of responding, Tyler grabbed the woman next to him. He wrapped his arms around her waist and sensually licked her neck. "Violet, you're so naive. Do you believe that a person can change overnight? Don't play dumb after playing with fire."

Tyler then turned to face the woman he had brought with him. The woman with blond hair mocked with a coquettish giggle, "Your wife, seems agitated, honey. What to do?"

"Don't mind her. She wasn't my wife. She's the maid who will serve us today," Tyler reckoned, his voice making Violet's spine stiffen with pain.

The next thing Violet knew, her body trembled as tears started to crawl from her eyes as she witnessed how the man he had secretly loved for ages kissed the woman in his arms without removing his gaze from her.

Violet's nerves rippled low down in her stomach as she defended her feelings for the first time, "I prepared everything...I prepared everything because I thought you had changed! I couldn't believe you could do such a thing!"

Tyler chuckled bitterly, followed by his friend's peel of laughter, which made Violet shrink to the ground as if she was just a mere speck of dust in front of their eyes.

"Man, you are right. Your wife was foolish to fall for such cheap manipulation. Like a devoted dog to its master, this ignorant slut seemed to believe whatever you said to her!" One of Tyler's friends commented.

Tyler gazed at Violet and smirked before saying, "Yeah. I told you, wasn't I? She was dumb enough to believe that I would change in a day. She really didn't have a brain."

With contempt, Tyler stepped forward, leaned on the weeping face of Violet, and grabbed her on her cheeks.

"How stupid you are, Violet. Do you actually believe that I would forget everything you did to me? Hell no! You are not what I asked for. In this life, Sara would be the only one suited for me. Even if you wear a nice dress, you are only a white lotus — delicate outside but rotten inside. I will never love someone like you. You disgust me!"

The wind was quite cold as if it sent Violet a tremor. Tyler's words rang in Violet's ears, and she felt a thousand needles pierce her heart. She may be messy, but she never mistreated him as her husband. Even though he pushed her away, her love drove her patience to stay with him.

But this time was different. The picture of Tyler's gentle smile, words, gestures, and how he called her wife in Violet's mind was shattered as her heart had been torn. Those gestures that swayed her heart and Tyler's words were all made-up lies.

Violet eventually realized what was going on. Everything was planned by Tyler, and he set her up. He duped her with his words sufficed with lies and deception.