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I replied smoothly. It didn't slip my mind for a second that it was their idea to have me take my sister's place and also to have Bradon take his brother's place in a sham of a marriage that was supposed to fool everyone. As I sat on the sofa, staring at the older couple sitting opposite me, I wasn't quite sure who the real fool was at the end of the day.

A knock interrupted us before I could sit with that thought any longer. Damian stood in the doorway, tie loosened, that same exhaustion carved into his face lately. His eyes moved from me to Sophia and back, something unreadable behind them. “I didn’t realize you had company,” he said. “Sophia Bennett. My best friend since college.” I gestured between them, watching Sophia’s eyes light up with obvious, unrepentant curiosity. “Sophia, my husband.” “The infamous Damian Blackwood.” Sophia stood, extending her hand with confident directness. Damian shook it without flinching. “I’ve heard a lot about you. None of it from Evelyn, she’s been suspiciously tight-lipped.”

To her surprise, she sees her new husband sitting there looing busy on his tablet. “Good morning. I did not know that you would still at home.” “Well, there is something called honeymoon. I mean I got married yesterday. So, I am working from home for the next week.” “Ok, By the way I hope you have eaten.” “Well no, I am waiting for my wife to wake up so we can eat together. If you don’t mind of course.” Michael says looking at her. “There is no problem, you should have woken me up early so I don’t delay you.”

Despite her conflicted feelings, she found herself drawn towards him, captivated by the sincerity in his eyes. Sebastian continued his voice barely above a whisper. "I know things have been difficult between us," he admitted, his gaze unwavering. "Everything that happened today is quite confusing to me and I don't know what to do, but I can't deny the fact that you're my wife and I love you." Lilian swallowed hard, her emotions swirling inside her. "Sebastian, I..." she began, her voice trailing off as she searched for the right words. "My sister is your rightful wife, she loved you and I'm just a pawn in this whole situation."

With each phrase he spoke, my chest clenched a little more. "When you saw me on Television, did the only thing you really see in me was Liliana, your wife and not Zaniyah Moore who was your childhood friend?" If I had believed that nothing could be more painful than what he had spoken before, I would not have imagined that his refusal to give me my expected answer would have driven a knife further into my chest. "It's always been Liliana, Zaniyah. I only take you here because I want you to be her substitute. I want you to be my substitute wife."

"What?! Are you insane? Why would that woman live with us in one house? Do you want to humiliate me?" He responded with total indifference, his words stinging like a whip: "Don’t overreact. Remember well that I am just a substitute husband in a temporary contract on paper, not a real marriage built on love. Irish has lived in my house for years; this is a natural situation and it won't change now for your sake."

Slid it across the desk. "First, you become Marcus. Legally, socially, completely. We'll change your identification, your records. As far as the world is concerned, you are Marcus Laurent." "That's fraud." "That's survival." He opened the document to a page marked with a sticky note. "You'll study everything about Marcus. His mannerisms, his speech patterns, his history. You'll cut your hair. Dye it darker. Learn to walk differently." I stared at the document. At the photo of Marcus clipped to the first page.

Am I insane already? "So?" He handed me a pen and the documents. I sighed out. Krystal, this is it. If you sign this paper and accept his offer, you must adjust to your new life. That way, you'll have the life you've always wanted... I signed it after remembering my mother, and then returned the documents to him. "Welcome home, my wife," he said. It tickles my sleeping heart, which is not pleasant...

I think about a man named Sokolov who builds pieces on a board and moves them with patience, and a woman with a baby who turned up on a Wednesday night because the next step depended on the board vote. Mara is not Dominic's. Which means Isabelle's story was entirely constructed. There was never a history that crept past the marriage. There was never a moment of weakness that Isabelle misread. There was a baby with grey eyes and a story built precisely around what that coloring could imply to a wife who was already watching. Dominic looks at me. He doesn't say anything. Neither do I. Helena shifts in the carrier. Her fingers flex and relax, flex and relax, the small repetitive motion she make

“Of course, the money and my sister's interests came first, but.. I wanted to know how it would feel to be with a man who I know won't get himself into trouble.. who's not a wildcard. I mean, I love my boyfriend to death, but he's an erratic guy, you know? You're the opposite. You're intentional. I want to know what it'll feel like to be in your space.” Neo smirked. “You're smarter than you look, Irina, and I like smart people.” She smirked back. But then, Zach's words at the hospital came back to her, and she decided to have that conversation with her.. husband. “So, um, Neo.. What are we.. How are we going to.. Do you expect..?” She couldn't find the words, but Neo seemed to be ahead of he