Trapped Between Twins

"Are you zoning out at a moment like this? What are you thinking about, huh?"

Looking at the face identical to my husband, Trevor Blackwell, and hearing that voice I knew down to my bones, the unease sparked by those pop-up messages quickly faded.

'Right... How could there possibly be two people in the world who looked exactly alike?'

I told myself that those messages must have been hallucinations from sheer exhaustion.

"Why won't you answer me?"

The man's deep voice carried a barely noticeable hint of hurt. However, his fingers gripped my chin with undeniable force, making me turn back to face him and look directly into those unfathomable eyes.

"Am I not good enough? Is that why you're thinking about someone else?"

He deliberately slowed his words, and the last note of his sentence lifted slightly.

Thinking back to how exhausted I had been just moments ago, my heartbeat skipped, and I instinctively wanted to deny it. However, those scrolling messages invaded my vision again, completely beyond my control.

[The female lead has it so good. I'm so jealous!]

[Judging by that performance, he might even be better than Trevor. That went on for a full three hours!]

[Haha! I can't wait for Trevor to come back and find out his wife dumped him, crying like a lost puppy! Bring on the twin showdown already!]

I thought it was ridiculous. Trevor and I had a strong relationship. Before he left, we were planning our future together. There was no way I would cheat on him.

Those messages were absolutely absurd!

I shook my head hard and tried to drive those distractions away, yet deep inside, a faint voice kept arguing back.

The man in front of me had definitely changed since he returned from overseas.

The way he hugged me no longer instinctively protected the back of my neck, and his kisses had lost that gentle hesitation, replaced by a kind of urgency that felt almost aggressive.

Earlier, certain subtle habitual movements carried an unfamiliar quality.

Trying to dispel that inappropriate doubt, my fingers unconsciously moved to the inside of his left wrist. There was a faint crescent-shaped scar there, a mark Trevor had accidentally gotten the first time he cooked for me.

When my fingertip touched that slightly raised skin, I could even feel a reassuring sense of confirmation.

However, the messages went crazy again.

[This guy even imitated details like this just to sleep with his sister-in-law, Jasmine Hudson!]

[Damn, he actually cut that scar into his own wrist on purpose, just to make it look real so Jasmine wouldn't find out. Talk about self-harm!]

[He better not be that obsessed! When Trevor gets back, he's going to come for your life!]

[Am I the only one who thinks this is terrifying? A real-life body double story. Jasmine, run!]

'He got that scar on purpose?'

My mind buzzed loudly, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.

Trevor was gentle and considerate before going overseas. After coming back, he carried an indescribable aggression and unfamiliarity. I had tried hard to convince myself those subtle changes were just from travel fatigue or a shift in mood.

However, beneath my fingertips, the scar still carried a hint of fresh swelling.

The glaring words 'self-harm' and 'imitating his brother' in those messages shattered all my denial.

Trevor had indeed been replaced, and the man in front of me was pretending to be him.

"Why do you keep spacing out?"

His voice sounded by my ear again, that same voice that belonged to Trevor.

"Are you thinking about someone?"

He deliberately drew out the last words, his tone suggestive.

I trembled violently and instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but he caught my fingers faster. His grip was strong, firmly pinning my wrist right next to his scarred left wrist.

His eyes locked onto my shocked and uncertain face. "Tell me... Besides me, who else are you thinking about?"

It felt like something was caught in my throat. Fear and sudden chaos made it almost impossible to breathe.

He suddenly laughed softly, then his other hand grabbed my lower back hard, pressing my entire body even tighter against him.