Evil twins are supposed to be something out of a bad fantasy novel, but not for me.

My mirror is a monster. A gaslighting narcissist who framed me for an act of bullying so vicious, our mother threw me out of the house and snatched my inheritance from me on the way out the door.

Ten years later, Mother is dying, and my life is a disaster. My apartment is a shithole. I'm thousands of dollars in debt, and my boss says if I quit, or dump him, he'll show the world the "videos" we made when I thought I was in love with the bastard.

One day, my sister shows up at my crappy apartment, begging me to come back and fulfill Mother's wish of seeing me one final time. I gave in. I got in her car.

That was my first mistake.

The deer came out of nowhere. There wasn't even time to brake.

I woke up hours later bleeding, broken, and sitting next to a dead body.

I panicked... then I had an idea.

When the cops arrived, I was alone. They looked through the purse in the back. They read the registration. They asked me if I was my sister, and I said yes.

That was my second mistake.

That night, the police drove me to the mansion on the hill. Inside, my sister's husbands, each more gorgeous and heart-breakingly charming than the last, welcomed me as their wife. My sister's daughter hugged and called me Mommy. My mother smiled at me, looking at me as her perfect child, and not the one she threw away.

And just like that, I took her life like my sister took mine. I stepped into the role of perfect wife, mother, and daughter, and that...

...that was the mistake that killed us all.