We Switched Places With My Bruised Twin Sister And Made Her Husband’s Life A Living Hell

The Failed Poisoning

That night was just as I expected. A strangely abundant dinner: roast chicken, croquettes.

Darius and Trina, with their bruised faces, sat in silence. Mrs. B had changed 180 degrees.

Smiling, she said. “Lisa, come sit and eat.”

She served me a chicken drumstick. She said. “What happened yesterday was my fault. I… I’m sorry. I’m old and… forgive me.”

Trina also said in a thread of a voice. “Sister-in-law, I’m sorry too. Please forgive me.”

Seeing the circus in front of me, I smiled too. I said. “Yes, mother-in-law, sister-in-law, I don’t hold a grudge either. We are family.”

Darius, seeing my docility, sighed in relief. Mrs. B said. “Eat.”

She continued. “Oh, in the afternoon I prepared some chicken soup. It’s delicious. I made it especially for Sky. The little girl is too thin lately.”

She brought a small bowl of steaming soup. She placed it in front of me and Sky.

She said. “You give it to the child.”

Sky’s eyes lit up when she saw the soup. I looked at Mrs. B.

She was smiling, but her eyes were not. Those eyes were staring intently, waiting.

I took a spoonful of soup. I said. “It looks so good. Thank you, mother-in-law.”

I raised the spoon. Sky opened her mouth, waiting.

I stopped. I smiled. I said. “Ouch, it’s hot. Mommy will cool it down by blowing on it.”

I blew and blew, and then faked a mistake. I exclaimed, pretending surprise. “Splat! Oh no! Mother-in-law, I’m sorry! How clumsy of me! I spilled all that rich soup you prepared.”

Sky started crying from sadness. The three demons’ faces changed in an instant from hope to disappointment and then to extreme rage.

Darius clenched his fists under the table, but they couldn’t do anything. Mrs. B forced a twisted smile. She said. “No… no problem. If it spilled, it’s spilled. I… I’ll prepare another one for you.”

I said quickly. *”No need, mother-in-law. I’m full with the food already. You eat, and you, sister-in-law, and you, honey, eat a lot. Eat a lot and get your strength up.”

The dinner ended. Their first plot had failed.

A Night of Ropes and Shadows

I knew they wouldn’t give up. They would try another method.

They had lost patience. Since they couldn’t trick me with poison, they decided to use force.

That night I went to bed hugging Sky. I didn’t sleep; I never sleep deeply.

My ten years at the hospital taught me to be alert 24 hours a day. In the middle of the night, I heard a creak, soft stealthy footsteps.

I closed my eyes and pretended to be sound asleep. I breathed evenly.

The door to my room opened slightly without a sound. Three shadows: Darius, Mrs. B, and Trina.

Darius was in front. In his hands, although both were bandaged, he held a thick rope, a rope for tying packages.

Trina carried duct tape and Mrs. B carried a towel, presumably to cover my mouth. They approached the bed stealthily.

They thought I was asleep. They thought I was still the weak Lisa.

Darius whispered. “She’s sound asleep.”

Now all three lunged. Darius threw the rope, Mrs. B ran to cover my mouth, and Trina to hold my legs.

I said. “Too slow.”

The instant the rope touched the blanket, I sat up. Not only did I sit up, I jumped like a panther.

I didn’t go for Darius; he was big but useless. I went for the weakest one: Trina.

I gave her a double kick to the stomach. I yelled. “Boom!”

The corpulent Trina was thrown backward and hit the wall. She couldn’t even scream; she collapsed with her mouth open.

Mrs. B froze. The towel fell from her hands.

Darius also stopped. In just one second, I grabbed the cheap ceramic lamp from the nightstand.

I smashed it hard on Darius’s head. I yelled. “Crash!”

Darius yelled and covered his head. Blood began to gush.

He didn’t expect me to defend myself with such brutality. He cried. “You… you—”

While he was stunned, I was already behind Mrs. B. I wrapped my arm around her neck, using her as a shield.

I screamed. “Darius! One more step and I’ll break your mother’s neck!”

Darius froze. Blood streamed down his face.

He looked at me and at his mother squirming in my arms. Sky woke up then and burst into terrified tears.

I screamed. “Silence! Everybody shut up in this house!”

Darius was terrified. He cried. “No, no! Don’t touch my mother! What… what do you want?”

I laughed. I asked. “What do I want? What were you going to do with the rope? Tie me up?”

I dragged Mrs. B. I picked up the rope from the floor.

I said. “Good idea.”

I shoved Mrs. B hard toward Darius. I said. “Go!”

She fell into her son’s arms. I walked closer.

Darius, covering his head and holding his mother, backed away. He was afraid of me.

I picked up the rope. I said. “You… you… you like playing hide-and-seek? Okay, I’ll play with you.”

Trina finally let out a moan. She cried. “Help! Help!”

I yelled. *”Shut up! Everyone go to the living room right now!”

I herded them like a flock of ducks. The big man, the fat sister-in-law, the wicked mother-in-law—all three terrified were led to the living room by one small thin woman.

I pointed to the sofa. I said. *”Sit down.”

They sat down, trembling. I called him. “Darius.”

He trembled like jelly. He answered. “Yes… yes.”

I smiled. I said. “You are my husband, right? A husband should sleep with his wife. Go into the bedroom.”

He didn’t understand. I said. “Just go in.”

I pushed Darius toward our bedroom. I said. “Little one, come outside.”

I picked Sky up and carried her to the living room. I said. “Watch TV with Grandma and Auntie. Don’t come in here.”

I left her outside. I slammed the bedroom door shut and locked it from the inside.

Now it was just Darius and me. He backed away.

He asked. “What… what are you going to do to me?”

I said. “The same thing you were going to do to me.”

I raised the rope and lunged at him. Darius tried to resist, but he was wounded in the head, he was dazed, and the hand he injured yesterday still hurt.

I threw him onto the bed. I used the techniques I learned at the hospital to restrain patients having attacks.

In five minutes, Darius was tied hand and foot. His hands and feet were firmly tied to the four corners of the bed.

He couldn’t move; he could only look at me with wide eyes. I whispered into his ear. “My sister Lisa says that you like to use the belt, that you like rough play.”

I looked around the room and found his leather belt. He started crying and pleading. “No! No, please! I’m sorry! I beg you!”

I didn’t care. I grabbed a rag and stuffed it into his mouth.

I said. “Shh, quiet. The show is about to begin.”

The Showdown in the Living Room

I left Darius tied hand and foot on the bed with a rag in his mouth that only allowed him to emit a desperate grunt. I turned off the light; the room went dark.

I opened the door and walked out. In the living room, Mrs. B and Trina were huddled on the sofa.

The two wicked women now looked pathetic. Seeing me come out, both were startled.

Mrs. B stammered. She asked. “And… and Darius? What… what did you do to him?”

I put on a terrified face. I said. “Daughter… mother-in-law, sister-in-law, something terrible has happened! Darius… Darius, I tricked him and tied him to the bed!”

The two women froze. I said. “I used all my strength! I lured him to let me tie him up! But he’s so strong that he’s about to break the ropes!”

I put on a masterful performance. I pretended to be scared.

I said. “If he breaks free, he’ll kill me! He’ll kill us all! Mother-in-law, sister-in-law!”

Mrs. B and Trina looked at each other. They weren’t stupid; they were doubtful.

Trina asked suspiciously. “Is… is that true? You really tied him up?”

I nodded. I said. “But I can’t hold him! Come and help me! He… he insulted me and he insulted you too! He said that when he breaks free, he’ll beat us all to death! He’s crazy!”

The doubt in the two women’s eyes slowly turned into a wicked glint. They hated me, but they were also afraid of Darius and they hated the humiliation he had put them through.

If Darius was truly tied up, this was their chance—an opportunity to vent, to teach him and me a lesson. They wouldn’t think Darius was tied up and enter to hit him, or they could think that the one tied up was me.

I had to make sure. I repeated. “I… I tied him up, but he’s too strong! Tied up!”

Mrs. B stood up. She asked. “You mean tied to the bed?”

I said. “Yes! Hold him tight!”

Her eyes gleamed. She said. “I… I’m going to teach him a lesson! How dare that damn fool scare his own mother!”

Ah, it turns out she also hated her useless son Darius, who had brought her disgrace. She wanted to take the opportunity to tame him again.

No, this scenario isn’t funny. I have to change it.

I have to make them think that the one in bed is me. I shook my head.

I said. “No, no, it’s not like that! I… I tricked him, but he tied me up!”

I said the opposite. The two women were perplexed.

I screamed. “Darius is so strong! He grabbed me and tied me to the bed! He wants… he wants to kill me! Mother-in-law, sister-in-law, help me! He just hit his head and he’s not in his right mind now! He’s looking for a knife!”

Yes, this scenario is more credible. Mrs. B and Trina’s faces lit up.

The daughter-in-law tied up, the crazy son looking for a knife—this was an opportunity fallen from the sky.

Trina sneered. She said. “She’s tied up? Great! Very good! Where is she tied?”

Mrs. B asked, her hands trembled with excitement. She asked. “In… in the bedroom? Very tight?”

I said, sobbing. “I can’t move. I’m…”

Trina turned to Mrs. B. She said. “Mom? It’s our chance! Let’s give that horror a beating to knock the insolence out of her!”

Mrs. B nodded. She gritted her teeth. “Yes! She dares to hit me and make my son drink that garbage! Get a stick! Today I’m killing her with a beating!”

Trina ran to the kitchen and brought a hard wooden mop handle. Mrs. B grabbed a bamboo cane she used for hanging clothes.

I said, trembling. “The room is dark.”

Trina said triumphantly. “Better in the dark! That way we hit her without her knowing who did it!”