Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

(Celine's POV) “Celine, you have to take your sister's place tomorrow,” my father, Mr. Morris Mason, said to me, as he rushed into my room with my mother. “Dad, I don't understand. Why will I have to take Clara's place tomorrow? Where is she?” I asked because I was aware that Clara went for her bridal shower. How can she just flee on the eve of her wedding? “Something came up, according to Clara, and she had to take care of it,” my father said, and I sighed. Standing in my bedroom, I didn't attend the extravagant bridal shower of my twin sister, Clara Mason. Clara and I were identical twin sisters. We are both 25 years old. And I know that many of Clara's friends were saying that I was jealous of my twin sister because she was getting married before me. But that was not the truth. I am in a relationship with Martin Enzo, a construction worker. But Martin wasn't the type of groom my father wanted. So he rejected him. Everyone was proud of my twin sister. She was the apple of

(Celine's POV) When we arrived at the black car waiting, Jace carefully put me in the back seat, and I didn't even have the opportunity to see what car brand it was. But it was a beautiful luxury car, and he told the driver, “Roy, take us to the reception venue.” “Alright, boss,” came the calm response from the driver. But I sat there nervously as Jace and I sat in the rear. I shifted away from him, but I remember that I had to pretend that I was my sister. Jace didn't say anything as he looked at my face and held my hand in his. “How do you feel about this day, my love?” He asked me, and I opened my mouth to speak, thinking of what Clara would have said if she were the one. I was still overwhelmed, so I told him the truth, “I am just overwhelmed.” “Why is that? You didn't believe me when I told you that I will marry you and no one else. I love you, Clara, and I meant every word that I used to confess my feelings to you. So you don't have to be afraid thinking that this marr

Celine "Oh no! What am I going to do?" I pondered, getting out of the bathroom and wrapped in only a white towel around my chest. I knew that Jace wanted to have sex with me tonight, and I guessed this was the right time to inform him that I wasn't my twin sister. How could I continue with this deceit? What if he found out? What do I do? I paced about the bedroom as I wasn't even with my phone. I could have contacted Clara and asked for her help. She was a good liar and smarter than me. "Dammit. Should I lie that I'm on my period?" I clutched my belly as I was scared once Jace found out the truth—that my family and I had tricked him into marrying me. Yeah, my twin sister and I were slimmer, but as Clara and I grew into adulthood, I didn't keep up with her. I got tired of burning calories like her, who wanted to be fit at all times. "Babe," Jace got out of the bathroom and saw me sitting on the bed. I had stopped pacing when I heard the shower stop. "Babe," Jace removed the white

Jace "Mom, Dad," I wasn't expecting to see them arrive with my younger sister, Adira Augustus. Adira was a 26-year-old finance manager, and she owned a fashion magazine and company that featured several models and runway shows. "Morning, Jace and my pretty Clara," my mother and sister rushed to hug my wife. "We couldn't help but come to congratulate you both on your successful marriage," my mother, Mrs. Joy, said. She and my sister looked so excited as they wore similar brown designer dresses and black shoes. They were of average height. Although Adira wore high-heeled shoes while Mom wore lower heels, they were my family. "Thank you," Clara replied, smiling, and I told them to join us for breakfast. "We are about to have breakfast now, before you all arrived," I let my parents know, and my mother smiled. "That's fine, Jace. We are just coming back from the Thanksgiving service at the church and didn't want to disturb you both on your honeymoon. But Adira insisted that she wante

Celine 'Oh no! Can I really keep up with all these people that I am unfamiliar with? Wouldn't Jace find out sooner that I am not Clara?' I pondered in my mind as I excused myself from Jace and his childhood sweetheart, Mandy Joshua. I couldn't stand there and pretend to know the woman when I did not know her. As I entered the living room, I met the two maids who looked at me and smiled. "Um, what are your names?" I asked them first before I would make more mistakes. Though I could have asked Clara directly, I didn't have the time to ask her. So I had to ask them first before I made more mistakes and showed Jace that I was not his real wife. "Um, madam. I am Tina, and she is Esther," the two young ladies in their early twenties replied. They seemed a bit younger than me. "Alright, Tina and Esther. Thanks for the breakfast earlier. But I would like to know how the meals around here work—lunch and dinner. Since my husband and I ain't going to work today," I told them with a gentle s