The Widow's Gambit

"Riley, please accept my condolences. I never imagined Josh would suffer such a sudden accident…"

Josh's eyes were red, his expression filled with grief as he looked at me.

When they carried in my brother-in-law's body, I immediately burst into tears, playing along with the moment and calling him my husband.

Caleb's face was pale and stiff—he was unmistakably, irrevocably dead.

He and Josh looked identical. No one suspected Josh had stolen Caleb's identity.

After crying for a while, I wiped my eyes and said, "We can't leave the body out for long. We should hurry and have it cremated. May his soul rest in peace."

Josh agreed instantly—so eager that it was as if he couldn't wait to destroy the evidence.

As he moved the body, I saw the narrow, thin scar between his thumb and forefinger.

In my previous life, that very scar confirmed that the one still breathing was Josh.

This time, I pretended I hadn't seen a thing.

In that life, both Josh and Caleb were on disaster relief duty when Caleb suffered a fatal blow to the back of the head and died on the spot.

To prevent Catherine from becoming a widow, Josh abandoned his own rank as regimental commander and impersonated his brother.

Outsiders couldn't see through his carefully crafted imitation and were easily fooled.

But I, the woman who lived with him day and night, recognized him at a glance.

I demanded to know why he was pretending to be Caleb. I demanded to know why he was abandoning his wife and daughter.

Josh remained cold and indifferent. He denied everything and violently shook me off.

"Riley, I know you're grieving Josh. But I'm not him. Don't mistake me for my brother."

I stood there in disbelief, questioning him again and again, until he shoved me into the freezing river in the dead of winter.

He stood on the bank with Catherine protected behind him, watching me struggle in the icy water with a chilling detachment.

"Even if you're my sister-in-law, I won't let you hurt my wife!"

Catherine peeked out from behind him and called me a shameless vixen, accusing me of stealing her man the moment my husband died.

I burned with fever for three days and nights, and only my five-year-old daughter stayed by my side.

Crying, she asked Josh why he refused to acknowledge her as his child.

He claimed she was merely repeating nonsense I'd fed her—and locked her in the cowshed to "reflect."

While I clawed my way back from death after three days of illness, my little girl starved for three days and nights.

My mother-in-law called me a cursed jinx who had doomed her son, then dragged my daughter and me out of the house without a single coat, money, or food.

On a snowy, stormy night, I pounded on the door, begging Josh to save our daughter.

But all I heard was his cold voice. "Riley, you must be insane to mistake me for my brother. If you can't tell reality from delusion, stay away from me."

The townspeople believed him. They said I was born unlucky, that I was deranged—so lost in grief that I mistook my brother-in-law for my husband.

My daughter and I wandered the bitter winter streets with nowhere to go. Cold, starving, and abandoned, we froze to death in each other's arms.

Whenever I recalled it, rage flared so hot I could have dragged that entire family into the grave with me.

Watching Josh rush to have Caleb's body cremated, I felt nothing but icy contempt.

I sneered inwardly, 'If you want to spend your life with Catherine, then I'll grant your wish. From today onward, you can live as Caleb forever.'