My twin sister always loved to take what was mine.

She’d claim she was better than me, insisting these things were hers by right.

When my boyfriend returned from abroad, she repeated her old tricks.

But what she didn’t know was that my seemingly perfect boyfriend was actually a violent maniac.

This time, my sister regretted it.

She cried and begged,

"Lyn, I won’t take your things anymore! Please, just take him back!"

I simply smiled, pretending to be clueless, and said,

"Take back what? Wasn't he always yours?"