My Twin Stole My Place as His Wife
My husband loved my twin, not me. Loved her enough to betray me under my own roof, on our wedding anniversary.
The day after I learned the disgusting truth, I confronted my twin, Gloria. Her answer was this...
"If he's going to chase after another woman, isn't it better that it's me, someone who wears your exact face?"
Deranged nonsense. That was all I got back.
I threw Gloria out of the manor and set about divorcing him. And then…
Somewhere along the way, everything changed. To the whole world, I was now "Gloria, the madwoman widow who coveted her sister's husband."
"I am Marienne! The lady of this house, Marienne Drake!"
No matter how I screamed the truth, nothing moved.
"You, Marienne? Please, Duchess, come to your senses."
Only then did it strike me, like something caving in, my husband meant to seat my twin in his wife's place.
But fate had a crueler joke in store. To the ducal castle where I'd been cast out as "Gloria," my twin's husband, the man the whole world believed dead, came home alive.
