I had always confused my husband and his twin brother because they were identical twins. Once, I mistook my husband’s brother for him and made a terrible mistake, which I wish I could take back. But then my husband told me that his brother died three years ago. So who was the one I had seen last night?
View MoreCompared to the way he'd been distant before, at least now he wanted to be close to me. Though I was still a little nervous, his tenderness gradually eased me, and we both lost ourselves in the height of that intimacy.Afterward, he held me close, pressing gentle kisses to my forehead."Babe, I finally have you," he whispered with a mix of joy and relief."You've always had me, haven't you?" I murmured, lightly patting his back, trying to reassure him.Maybe he just felt insecure because I'd been unwell recently.Eventually, he drifted into a deep sleep, his head turned to one side. And that was when I noticed it—a small black mole on his neck. A chill ran down my spine, freezing me in place.I remembered clearly that Neal didn't have a mole. Only Daley did.But Daley had died three years ago… right?Memories started flooding back, disjointed fragments coming together. Even though I'd confused Neal with Daley due to my illness, some things had really happened.This "Neal"
I stared at Daley, ignoring his words entirely, and instead asked, "Daley, why did Melissa say you're dead? You're clearly alive—how could she say something like that?"Daley's eyes widened in shock, darting toward Melissa. Caught off guard by his gaze, Melissa stammered, "Daley? Aren't you Neal? How can you possibly be Daley?" "Daley" lowered his head, letting out a long, heavy sigh. After a tense silence, he finally began to explain the truth. Neal and Daley were twin brothers, and both had fallen in love with the same girl. But the girl only loved the older brother, Neal. Heartbroken, the younger brother, Daley, decided to step aside for their happiness. However, on his way out of their lives, Daley got into a car accident and tragically died. The girl, consumed by guilt, blamed herself for his death. The overwhelming remorse led her to develop a mental condition, where she often imagined that Daley was still alive. At times, she would even mistake Neal for Daley.To avo
I squinted and quickly realized this was an outdoor couples' drive-in theater. It was hard to believe that Neal, who was always so composed and reserved, would bring me to a place like this. He held my hand gently and said, "Don't be nervous, honey. I know I've been distant because of work, but I never meant to neglect you. Our relationship has been a little monotonous. Maybe it's time to try something new." His sincerity left me speechless. It had been so long since Neal showed this kind of initiative that I couldn't bring myself to say no. He adjusted my seat, transforming it into a makeshift recliner, and leaned over me. The setting was novel, leaving me both excited and uneasy. But Neal was gentle, and he seemed to have improved considerably in this regard. Before long, I found myself completely lost in the moment. Neal grasped my wrists, his suit shirt slightly unbuttoned, revealing his toned abs glistening with a light sheen of sweat. As he moved tirelessly, he
Daley and I drank in silence for a while. After a few glasses, I started feeling lightheaded. When I tried to get up and head to bed, my head spun, and I ended up leaning against Daley. Before I could steady myself, Daley wrapped his arm around my waist. "Let go of me! Neal is sleeping next door," I protested, struggling against him. Daley smirked. "Relax. He's a heavy sleeper. He won't wake up." I opened my mouth to argue further, but Daley silenced me by pressing his lips against mine. His kiss was firm and demanding, swallowing the rest of my words. As his lips trailed across my skin, his hands moved with purpose, igniting something within me that I hadn't felt in a long time. Despite my better judgment, I found myself responding to him. My hands instinctively wound around his neck, and I pulled him closer, matching the fervor of his kisses. My body betrayed me, succumbing to the forbidden allure of the moment. The weight of guilt gnawed at me, knowing Neal was jus
"Couldn't find the beer? It's at the bottom of the fridge," Neal said casually. When he noticed my flushed face, he frowned. "What's wrong with you? Why are you so red?" Lowering my gaze, I avoided his eyes. "Maybe it's just the heat," I replied. Without missing a beat, Neal thoughtfully turned on the air conditioning and walked off with Daley, who had finally grabbed the beer. As Daley passed me, he brushed against me deliberately, flashing a mischievous smirk right in front of Neal. My heart skipped a beat at his boldness. How could he act like this in front of his brother? I stole a glance at Neal, relieved to see he hadn't noticed. The two of them left together, chatting as if nothing had happened. During dinner, I intentionally chose the seat farthest from Daley, hoping to avoid any more of his antics. But he didn't seem to care. Under the table, I felt his foot brushing against my leg, sliding up the fabric of my skirt. I glared at him, but he just grinned smugl
I cracked the bathroom door just enough to reach for the underwear my husband, Neal Shaw, held out. To my surprise, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, pinning me, unguarded, against the cool tiles as he kissed me fervently. Just as he was about to go further, a familiar voice called out from outside the door."Honey, where are you?"My eyes widened. If Neal was outside, then who was the man in front of me?"You're… Daley?"I had asked Neal for my underwear, but Daley Shaw had come instead. Daley was Neal's identical twin; they looked like they were carved from the same mold. I hadn't noticed at all. No wonder Neal, usually reserved, suddenly seemed so bold.Daley grinned mischievously. "Maia, we're identical—does it really matter who's who?""Of course, it does," I replied shyly, my cheeks burning as I bit my bottom lip. "You're Neal's brother, and I'm his wife. This isn't right."Daley leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Doesn't that make it all the mor
I cracked the bathroom door just enough to reach for the underwear my husband, Neal Shaw, held out. To my surprise, he pushed the door open and stepped inside, pinning me, unguarded, against the cool tiles as he kissed me fervently. Just as he was about to go further, a familiar voice called out from outside the door."Honey, where are you?"My eyes widened. If Neal was outside, then who was the man in front of me?"You're… Daley?"I had asked Neal for my underwear, but Daley Shaw had come instead. Daley was Neal's identical twin; they looked like they were carved from the same mold. I hadn't noticed at all. No wonder Neal, usually reserved, suddenly seemed so bold.Daley grinned mischievously. "Maia, we're identical—does it really matter who's who?""Of course, it does," I replied shyly, my cheeks burning as I bit my bottom lip. "You're Neal's brother, and I'm his wife. This isn't right."Daley leaned in close, his breath warm against my ear. "Doesn't that make it all the mor
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