"Todd," sniffled Elizabeth Wakefield, "how could you?" They were sitting on their bed after Elizabeth had washed the sheets six times in succession, a frenzy of fury and disappointment. Now she was crashing. Now she needed to talk.

He glanced guiltily into her perfect blue-green eyes, the color of an ocean. "Because it's scandalous," he replied gently, "and everyone loves a scandal."

Elizabeth cried so hard her eyes stung. She sniffled, trying to halt the tears. "I thought," she managed to say in a cool, collected voice in spite of the sharp daggers in her heart, "your wife would mean more to you than what other people want. Todd, you married me, not Jessica, you jackass. You asked me for your hand in—I mean, my hand…" her voice trailed off again and shoulders heaved with a storm of sobs. "What does all this say about me?"

He chewed his bottom lip. "What do you mean?"

"I thought I fell for a nice guy," she almost thundered. "A guy who knew what he had. I have never cheated on you!"

Todd laughed coldly. "I read your diary, Lizzie. That is just not true."

Elizabeth shook her head. Droplets of tears sprinkled down from her wet face. "Those diaries were written and published by someone who hates and doesn't 'get' me. Sure, occasionally, I have noticed a cute boy besides you, but in all honesty, I wouldn't have dreamed of cheating on you. Except maybe with Tom…but it was just dreams till after we broke up."

Sourly, Todd spat, "He saved your life."

"Well, Tom is irrelevant. You shamed me. Do you really think I'm going to stay married to you after catching you," she used the "F" word for the first time, "Jessica? After you confessed you guys have been sneaking around behind my back since high school? And your defense," she flipped her blonde hair over her shoulder, glowering irritably, "is that she dresses sexier? If you like a woman who dresses sexy, why are we married?"

"Because you are wife material, and she's a whore?"

"Oh, Todd." Elizabeth placed her elbows over her thighs and hid her face in her hands. "That is so true…I can't trust you. I can't trust her to keep her flipping panties on. We have twin daughters together," she sighed, touching her perfect round belly, a week past the due date.

Guiltily, Todd shifted his eyes away. "I know…"

"Wait a flapping minute." Elizabeth grabbed his face and stared into his eyes. Her own were round with the realization. "Tyler is yours."

Holding up two thumbs, Todd tried to smile perfectly and failed. "Bingo."

"He's six years old," Elizabeth said with disgust. "I noticed he looked like you, but I hoped it was a cousin of yours. He's my nephew! And wait…that'd mean…" She dropped her hands from his face and clutched her stomach as a realization stabbed her like knives. "He'd have been conceived right after we got married."

"And she just got pregnant again."

"But it's not yours?"

Todd sighed then raked his hands through his curly brown locks. "Liz, listen, she hasn't slept with anyone but me since we got married. She pretends, of course. So you won't know. She also went off birth control on our wedding night and hasn't taken it up again since."

"That's disgusting!" Elizabeth grouched. "This is almost like I'm having sex with my sister." She slapped Todd so hard it left a handprint. "What were you thinking? You perv!"

She stormed out of their room, determined never to speak to him again for as long as she lived.

And who should she run into outside her front door but Bruce Patman, the richest guy ever, sitting in his perfect car, waiting for her. "Get in," he ordered, shoving open the door.

And she did.

Elizabeth Wakefield opened her eyes, rubbing the crick in her neck.

"What a stupid dream," she declared.

Todd Wilkins? She was so over that boy. She hadn't thought about him once since the Sam Burgess drama. Todd had dropped out of college, which she guessed wasn't too bad since her husband had as well.

But what kind of schizophrenic sister would do that to Elizabeth? Sure, Jessica had pulled a lot of bitchy stunts in her life, but she was growing as a person.

"Honey, I'm home!" called her man from the front door. He worked at night, so the mornings and evenings were their special time together.

Jessica called from the couch, "Stop being so loud! Some of us are trying to sleep!"

And Bruce Patman? He'd never drive through their neighborhood, much less up to their front door. That boy was a miserable case. He now lived with stoners, had lost half his teeth, and his father had disowned him. His car didn't work half the time. Elizabeth only knew all this because Jessica loved the latest gossip.

Even with Facebook, Jessica mostly preferred word of mouth. She let Lila Fowler and the gang stalk people's Facebook pages then play a game of, "You didn't hear it from me, but…" it always distracted her from the fact that she hadn't worked in a year. That last job was such a disaster Jessica was no longer hireable.

Elizabeth cringed, recalling what happened. Before she could go vividly through the details, her husband appeared in the doorway, rushed to kiss her lips, and asked sweetly, "When are you kicking her out?"

Elizabeth laughed. "She's my sister…" Bile reached up her throat as she remembered her dream. No. She would not dwell on that. "We are never kicking her out." Unless she tries to hump you.