My Twin Sister Framed Me Up And Was Living My Life While I Suffered in Prison

 My Twin Sister Framed Me Up And Was Living My Life While I Suffered in Prison

Written By Jerry Smith.

The prison walls were cold and unforgiving, much like the reality Chinwe had been forced to accept. Days blurred into weeks, weeks into months, and soon, years passed in agonizing silence. The pain of betrayal never dulled, and the thought of Chisom living freely while she rotted in a cell haunted her every moment.

One afternoon, as Chinwe sat on her tiny bunk, staring at the cracked ceiling, her cellmate, Aisha, nudged her. “You’ve been quiet all day.”

Chinwe sighed. “What’s there to say, Aisha? My own twin sister framed me, and I’m stuck here paying for her crime.”

Aisha shook her head. “That kind of betrayal… it eats at the soul. But you can’t lose yourself in this place, Chinwe. You have to stay strong.”

Chinwe let out a bitter laugh. “Strong for what? My life is over.”

Meanwhile, Outside Prison Walls…

Chisom slipped into Chinwe’s old office at Crystal Bank, now hers, and smirked as she sat in the chair that once belonged to her twin. The same colleagues who had admired Chinwe now respected her, oblivious to the deception. She had fabricated a perfect story—Chinwe had been transferred for serving her crime, unable busy to contact anyone. And they had believed her.

“Miss Chisom,” Ada, still unaware of the truth, walked in. “A client is waiting to see you.”

Chisom smiled sweetly. “I’ll be right there.”

As Ada turned to leave, Chisom called her back. “By the way, how’s Richard? I heard he’s been asking about Chinwe.”

Ada sighed. “He’s heartbroken. Chinwe leaving without a word really hurt him.”

Chisom feigned concern. “Poor Richard. Maybe I should check on him.”

Later that evening, Chisom knocked on Richard’s door. He opened it, his eyes tired and filled with sadness. “Chisom? What are you doing here?”

She smiled softly. “I was worried about you, Richard. It’s been so long, and Chinwe… well, she’s not coming back anytime soon.”

Richard’s face darkened. “I don’t understand why she left without saying anything.”

Chisom sighed and stepped closer. “Maybe she just… moved on.”

Richard looked away. “That’s not the Chinwe I know.”

Chisom placed a gentle hand on his arm. “People change, Richard. Maybe it’s time you did too.”

Months passed, and little by little, Chisom wormed her way into Richard’s heart. She played the perfect friend, the perfect comforter, until one evening, she kissed him. At first, he resisted, but Chisom was patient, knowing that eventually, he would give in.

Back in Prison…

Chinwe had lost count of the years. Hope was a distant memory. But then, one night, a guard named Officer Emeka slipped a folded paper into her hands.

“Read this when no one is watching,” he whispered before walking away.

Chinwe’s hands trembled as she unfolded the letter. The words made her heart pound in her chest.

Chisom set you up. I have proof. If you want justice, be ready. Your time is coming.

For the first time in years, Chinwe felt something she thought she had lost—hope. Her eyes darkened with determination.

She was coming for Chisom.

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