Nora's POV

My eyes widened as I stepped into the living room and saw her seated on the couch, watching TV and laughing. She had made herself right at home and I hated it.

She turned back, sensing my presence, and smiled at me. “Hello, twin sister.”

“What are you doing here?”

“Visiting,”

“Who asked for you?”

“I don't think I need permission to be in my husband's house.”

“Ex-husband’s.” I gritted out the correction.

The words tasted horrible in my mouth.

“The ...