Betrayed By Husband, Stolen By Brother In Law-Chapter 256: Who?

"Mom. You are not going to believe who I met yesterday."

Melody wandered through her quiet house, phone in hand, as she hit dial. The call connected just as she reached the living room. She sank into the couch with a sigh and tossed her head back, a small smile playing on her lips. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Her mother’s voice crackled cheerfully through the screen. "Really? Who did you see? That idol you’ve been obsessed with since college?"

Melody rolled her eyes with a half-laugh and glanced at the large screen, where her mother’s familiar face filled the frame. "No, Mom. Not even close."

She exhaled and shut her eyes for a second, the surreal memory playing out vividly in her mind again-that moment when she first laid eyes on Melanie Collins. Her ’twin.’ A woman she had never met before, but who looked so much like her it was like staring into a mirror with a different life behind it.

Opening her eyes, she explained, "There’s this little boy in my class. Adir. He’s new, and honestly, one of the brightest, most adorable kids I’ve ever taught. We had a parent-teacher meet yesterday-you know, part of the welcome orientation stuff."

Her mother nodded slowly, brows slightly raised, curious but not quite understanding the build up. "Okay, but what’s so special about meeting a little boy’s parents? You’ve taught dozens of kids over the years."

Melody leaned forward, her voice dropping just a bit, more out of disbelief than secrecy. "That’s the thing. Just listen for a second, okay? When he first came to my class, he told me—so casually—that his would-be mother looks like me."

She paused, watching the slight frown appear on her mother’s face through the screen. It was the same puzzled expression she’d seen on others when she’d first repeated the boy’s words. Clearly, her mother was misinterpreting it the same way.

Before her mother could interject, Melody broke into a grin and waved a hand. "No, no, not like that. I know what you’re thinking. But you really wouldn’t believe the resemblance, Mom! I mean, it wasn’t just ’a bit similar’—it was uncanny. Like staring at my own face in someone else’s skin."

She exhaled a small laugh and ran a hand through her hair, still shaking her head slightly, as if trying to convince even herself. "At first, I thought maybe it was just one of those things—maybe a vague resemblance. You know how people say that sometimes. I figured, if I actually met her in person, the illusion would break, right? It’d be nothing like me up close."

Her voice grew more animated now, tinged with the echo of that initial shock. "But that’s not what happened. When I saw her—really saw her—I froze. It was like looking directly into a mirror. Same eyes, same smile, even her mannerisms felt eerily familiar. I could barely stop staring. I would have thought that we were twins! Maybe separated at birth or something. But she is a year older than me. So, it is just a coincidence."

She looked up, expecting her mother to mirror her disbelief—to gasp or laugh, or at least raise a brow with some kind of amused incredulity. But instead, the expression on the screen had changed.

Her mother was frozen.

Not in the dramatic sense, but quite literally—pixelated and still, caught mid-frown, as if someone had paused the screen at the most frustrating possible moment.

"Mom?" Melody leaned closer, tapping the screen as if that would somehow fix it. "Mom, did you hear me?"

The image flickered once, and then her mother’s face returned, albeit blurry. Her frown had deepened. "What did she say?" her voice crackled, uneven and partially lost in static.

Melody dropped her head back onto the couch cushion with an exaggerated groan. "Seriously? Your network disappeared at the most important part. I’m not telling you now."

Her mother sighed, and the picture cleared again, revealing the slight shake of her head. "Okay, okay, fine. Don’t tell me. You’re still such a baby, Melody. Always were."

Melody pouted playfully and crossed her arms. "I shared everything up to the juicy part and now you’re calling me a baby. Unbelievable."

Her mother chuckled, a sound half-affectionate and half-resigned. "Anyway, your uncle and I are coming to visit next week. It’s all finalised. I’ll text you the flight details. So, keep your evenings free."

Melody sat up straighter, the smile already forming again. "Really? That’s great! It’s been ages."

"Yes, and I want to meet your boyfriend this time," her mother added, narrowing her eyes suspiciously. "Don’t you dare find an excuse again. I know you’re hiding him."

Melody laughed, brushing her hair back. "Oh God. I knew that was coming."

Her mother pointed a finger through the screen. "I’m serious. If I don’t meet him this time, I’ll arrange a blind date for you myself!"

"You wouldn’t dare," Melody said with mock horror.

"Try me."

"Alright, Mom! Relax!" Melody laughed as she shook her head, still smiling at the screen. "You won’t have to worry about setting me up on any more blind dates. I promise."

Her mother raised her hands in mock surrender, her grin still lingering as she nodded. "Good. That’s all I needed to hear."

With that, Melody gave a cheerful wave. "Okay, I’ll talk to you later. Love you!"

"Love you too, sweetheart," her mother replied warmly, waving back just before the call ended and the screen went dark.

Melody stretched her legs out and leaned back into the couch, a soft sigh escaping her lips. Her thoughts drifted back to Melanie Collins, the strange meeting, the uncanny resemblance, and the weird feeling she just couldn’t shake.

But thousands of miles away, just seconds after the call disconnected, Melody’s mother remained staring at the now-black screen. The smile she had worn a moment earlier slowly faded, replaced by a different expression entirely...as she hurriedly made a call and spoke into the phone before the other person could say a greeting," I want to go to Melody next week."

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