Second in Silence
A plane crash tore my husband and his twin brother apart. One survived. One did not.
When I rushed to the hospital, I saw my brother-in-law, who had just survived the crash, locked in a passionate kiss with his wife.
My husband?
He lay lifeless in the morgue.
Blinded by grief, I stumbled down the stairs…and lost the child I had spent three years longing for.
Three years passed.
Just as I was finally learning to breathe without him,
I overheard a conversation between his closest friend and my brother-in-law:
"How long do you plan to keep pretending to be your brother? Alicia is your legal wife."
He adjusted his glasses, voice icy and distant.
"I swore to my brother I'd protect Emily for the rest of my life. I am him now. As for Alicia… let her be the debt I carry into my next life."
That's when I learned the truth. It was the brother-in-law who died in the crash. My husband, the man I had mourned all those years, had taken on his brother's identity to stay by Emily's side, the unattainable woman he had always secretly loved.
So then what about me? The woman clinging to old memories, living in torture for three years. What was I to him?