No Second Chances Ex-husband (Lauren and Ethan) novel Chapter 213

**TITLE: He Chased 213**
**CHAPTER 0213**

**LAUREN’S POV**

“I can’t even begin to describe her as merely a look-alike because she is so strikingly identical to me that it defies the very concept of a look-alike,” I exclaimed, pacing anxiously around the room. My footsteps echoed softly against the plush rug beneath me, each step a testament to my agitation. My voice trembled, still shaky from the whirlwind of emotions that had taken hold of me. My thoughts were a chaotic storm, swirling and colliding, and every time I conjured that familiar face from my phone, the tempest grew more intense.

“Send her another message to keep her engaged, ask her more questions,” Roman suggested, his brow furrowed in concentration. He was clearly taking this matter very seriously, and his intensity only added to my own mounting anxiety.

Without a moment’s hesitation, I grabbed my phone once more, my fingers dancing over the screen with a newfound urgency.

‘Yes, I am very much surprised to see my photo being sent to me only to discover that it’s not me in the picture. You still haven’t answered who you are.’

I pressed send and let out a long, shaky breath, my gaze fixated on the screen as if it held the answers to all my questions. Roman stood closely behind me, his presence a steady anchor amidst the turmoil, his eyes glued to my phone as if he were waiting for some revelation to appear.

Time seemed to stretch as we both waited in silence.

Then, almost instantaneously, a notification pinged, cutting through the tension in the air.

‘Well, I was just as shocked when I saw you on the news and noticed you looked exactly like me. That’s why I reached out. As for who I am, I did some digging, and I know this might sound unbelievable, but I think you’re my twin sister.’

A small laugh escaped my lips, though it was devoid of humor. It was a laugh born from confusion, shock, and disbelief.

“Really? A twin sister?” I echoed incredulously, shaking my head as laughter bubbled up again. Was this where spam accounts had sunk to? Fabricating tales of long-lost twin sisters?

“What’s so funny? What did she say?” Roman inquired, his eyes fixed on me, a mix of concern and curiosity etched across his face.

“Well,” I managed between chuckles, still grappling with the absurdity, “she claims that she thinks we’re twin sisters.”

Roman’s expression shifted dramatically; there was no trace of amusement on his face. Instead, he looked more serious than ever.

“Twin sisters? Do you have any siblings or relatives?” he probed, his tone now laced with a hint of urgency.

My laughter faltered, replaced by a sense of dread. “Wait, are you actually taking what this person is saying seriously?” I shot back, bewildered. I had expected him to share in my disbelief, not to slip into detective mode.

“Well, is there any other option we have?” Roman countered, his voice steady. “She just sent you a photo, and it looks strikingly like you. That alone warrants taking her seriously.”

I opened my mouth to respond, then closed it again, grappling with the logic of his words. It was ridiculous to entertain the idea, yet the resemblance was uncanny.

“I don’t even have siblings,” I insisted, my voice firm. “My parents passed away when I was young. I’m an only child, so how could she possibly be my twin sister?”

“Well, let her know that, then. Let’s see what else she has to say,” Roman urged, his determination unyielding.

Reluctantly, I reopened my direct message and began typing, my fingers moving more deliberately this time.

‘I am the only child; I don’t have any siblings.’

Her response came almost immediately.

‘And what about your parents? Have you ever asked them if you’re adopted?’

I stared at the message, a strange tightness coiling in my chest.

‘If I’m adopted? I’m fairly certain I’m their biological daughter. I can’t ask them now because they died when I was young, but I know it to be true.’ I typed back, my heart racing.

Barely two seconds passed before another message appeared.

‘Do you mind if we meet up so we can discuss this in person?’

“She wants to meet,” I said to Roman, my eyes still glued to the screen, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Sophia and Ethan are in jail, and you don’t have anyone else who wishes you harm, so I don’t see any reason not to meet her,” Roman replied, his voice steady and reassuring.

I turned to face him, searching for any hint of doubt. “Are you really sure about this?”

I rubbed my palm against my forehead, attempting to push the swirling thoughts away, but it was a futile effort.

So, I might have a sister. A relative. Someone who shared not just my appearance, but perhaps my blood and even my history. Someone I had never known existed. I had always assumed that after my parents’ deaths, I was the last remnant of my family line.

But now…

Now, there was a glimmer of hope that I wasn’t as alone as I had thought.

Then the weight of Elizabeth’s words echoed in my mind—could I really be adopted?

If that were true…

That would mean my biological parents could still be out there somewhere. Alive, dead, or lost to time. They existed, somewhere in the vastness of the world.

And Elizabeth had mentioned that she had done some digging. Perhaps she held the key to secrets I had long been denied. Maybe she knew where our real parents were, or the truth behind the fabrications of my life.

I let out a small sigh, running my hand through my hair, the enormity of everything crashing down on me now that I was sitting still.

I already knew what I had to do next.

I had to meet her, just as she had requested.

Not just to see with my own eyes if she was truly my sister…

But to unravel the tangled web of questions that now consumed me.

Because at this moment, it felt as though everything I had ever known about my family…

Was nothing but a lie.