The Impostor Husband

The Impostor Husband

Gavin

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My husband Julian Hawthorne was supposed to be dead, a casualty of the corporate wars. But as the victory news echoed, a chilling memory resurfaced: he wasn't dead. He was a liar, a manipulator, and he' d returned, impersonating his twin, Damian. Just as I remembered his brutal betrayal-how he' d orchestrated my ruin while publicly adoring my stepsister Cassie-his mother, Isabelle, announced my fate: five years of deep mourning, social seclusion, and no remarriage. This was the same trap from my first life. When I defied her, Julian, playing the grieving brother, and Cassie, the picture of tearful devastation, tried to paint me as unhinged. Then, 'Damian' fastened a diamond pendant around Cassie' s neck-a design I' d created, a cruel symbol of their shared deception. The true horror wasn't just Julian's monstrous fraud, but Cassie's chilling confession: she knew. My own stepsister, complicit in plunging me into this gilded cage of despair. Stripped of everything, publicly shamed, I was adrift in a sea of their lies. But I refused to be a victim again. When facing utter disgrace, I demanded: "Is there any man here willing to marry me today?" Silence met my plea. Then, from the shadows, a calm voice cut through: "I am willing." Noah Kincaid. My unexpected salvation, or simply another pawn in the Hawthorne game? This time, I' d reclaim my destiny.

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My husband Julian Hawthorne was supposed to be dead, a casualty of the corporate wars.

But as the victory news echoed, a chilling memory resurfaced: he wasn't dead.

He was a liar, a manipulator, and he' d returned, impersonating his twin, Damian.

Just as I remembered his brutal betrayal-how he' d orchestrated my ruin while publicly adoring my stepsister Cassie-his mother, Isabelle, announced my fate: five years of deep mourning, social seclusion, and no remarriage.

This was the same trap from my first life.

When I defied her, Julian, playing the grieving brother, and Cassie, the picture of tearful devastation, tried to paint me as unhinged.

Then, 'Damian' fastened a diamond pendant around Cassie' s neck-a design I' d created, a cruel symbol of their shared deception.

The true horror wasn't just Julian's monstrous fraud, but Cassie's chilling confession: she knew.

My own stepsister, complicit in plunging me into this gilded cage of despair.

Stripped of everything, publicly shamed, I was adrift in a sea of their lies.

But I refused to be a victim again.

When facing utter disgrace, I demanded: "Is there any man here willing to marry me today?"

Silence met my plea.

Then, from the shadows, a calm voice cut through: "I am willing."

Noah Kincaid.

My unexpected salvation, or simply another pawn in the Hawthorne game?

This time, I' d reclaim my destiny.

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