The words hung in the air like smoke.
For one frozen second, the only sound was rain hammering the glass. Then the lights flickered. Once. Twice.
She stumbled backward, her bare legs hitting the edge of the bed. The scar on her collarbone — the one he had carved in a fit of jealous rage the night before — throbbed in time with her heartbeat.
In the mirror, the other her tilted her head, wet black hair clinging to her shoulders, lips curving into something that was never a smile. The duplicate raised one hand and pressed it against the glass from the inside.
It left a bloody print.
“You’re lying,” she whispered, but her voice cracked.
Her husband stepped closer, the gold chain around his neck catching the lamplight. Rainwater and sweat mixed on his carved chest. His eyes — once warm — now held something ancient and hungry.
“I don’t lie to you, Elena. I build for you.”
He reached out and gently brushed a strand of wet hair from her face, the same tender gesture he used on their honeymoon in Santorini. The memory made her stomach twist.
Behind him, the mirror version stepped forward. The glass rippled like water.
Elena’s breath caught. She could see it now — the duplicate wasn’t just a reflection anymore. She was moving independently, eyes burning brighter, the scar on her chest bleeding fresh.
“You said you loved me,” Elena breathed.
“I do,” he answered softly. “That’s why I made her. Someone who won’t bleed. Someone who won’t leave. Someone who understands what I really am.”
The duplicate pressed both palms to the glass now. Cracks spiderwebbed outward with a sound like breaking ice.
Elena’s legs gave out. She dropped onto the silk sheets, rose petals from earlier still scattered across them, now stained with tiny drops of her blood.
Memories flooded her — the way he had proposed under the stars, the way he whispered promises while his hands left bruises, the way he always knew what she was thinking before she spoke. Too perfect. Too knowing.
The mirror shattered.
Not with a crash, but with a wet, sucking sound.
The duplicate stepped out of the frame, shards falling around her like diamonds. She was dripping. Not with water — with something darker.
Elena screamed.
Her husband didn’t move to stop the creature. He simply watched, almost proud, as the duplicate walked toward the real Elena with slow, deliberate steps.
“You wanted forever,” he said, voice low and intimate. “She’s the only one who can give it to you now.”
The duplicate reached out, fingers brushing Elena’s cheek with icy tenderness.
In the broken mirror’s remaining pieces, Elena saw the truth: her husband’s reflection was gone. Only the two versions of herself remained — one terrified, one smiling with glowing eyes.
Lightning flashed again.
The duplicate leaned in close, lips brushing Elena’s ear.
“Time to sleep, darling,” she whispered in a voice that was hers… and yet wasn’t. “He created me to take care of you.”
Elena’s vision blurred as cold hands — her own hands — closed gently around her throat.
Outside, the storm raged on, indifferent to the horror unfolding twenty floors above the glittering city.
And somewhere in the darkness between heartbeats, Elena realized the worst part.
The duplicate wasn’t coming to kill her.
She was coming to replace her.
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