Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

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The phone call felt like a death sentence. "Killed in action." My husband, David Miller, a decorated Navy SEAL and the love of my life, was gone, leaving me and our five-year-old daughter, Lily, alone. But then, he walked through the door. He looked exactly like David, yet it wasn't him. It was Mark, David\'s identical twin brother, a man I knew to be a selfish, lazy bum, now wearing the mask of my heroic husband. He moved through the grieving relatives, accepting condolences, even letting Grandma Miller sob on his shoulder, all while his eyes met mine with a cold, calculating assessment, daring me to expose him. The nausea hit me, a wave of realization that this wasn' t grief; it was an act. He wasn\'t here to mourn; he was here to steal David\'s identity, to erase him to escape his own pathetic existence. And then fear for Lily, blissful in her coloring, replaced my grief. I had to protect her, no matter the cost. So, I stepped into the role of the devoted, grief-stricken widow. "David," I choked out, throwing my arms around him, "I thought I\'d lost you. They told me you were gone." He stiffened, but recovered quickly, his voice a cheap imitation of my real husband\'s. I played along, even when his girlfriend, Ashley, pregnant with his child, announced their "happy news" at David' s memorial, then demanded our house and savings. The audacity was sickening, but I feigned despair, exposing their cruel intentions to the shocked family. Later, in the backyard, I burned David' s belongings – a painful sacrifice. Mark and Ashley watched, enraged, as he remained trapped by the identity he' d stolen, unable to act for fear of exposing himself. Then Lily, innocent and pure, delivered the first crack in his facade. "Mommy," she asked, looking at Mark, "Why does Daddy look different? His eyes are mean." The words hung in the air, a child\'s innocent observation, but for the first time, I saw real fear in Mark\'s eyes. This was just the beginning. I would make sure he regretted the day he decided to come back from the dead.

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Chapter 10

11-04 00:28

Introduction

The phone call felt like a death sentence.

"Killed in action."

My husband, David Miller, a decorated Navy SEAL and the love of my life, was gone, leaving me and our five-year-old daughter, Lily, alone.

But then, he walked through the door.

He looked exactly like David, yet it wasn't him. It was Mark, David\'s identical twin brother, a man I knew to be a selfish, lazy bum, now wearing the mask of my heroic husband.

He moved through the grieving relatives, accepting condolences, even letting Grandma Miller sob on his shoulder, all while his eyes met mine with a cold, calculating assessment, daring me to expose him.

The nausea hit me, a wave of realization that this wasn' t grief; it was an act. He wasn\'t here to mourn; he was here to steal David\'s identity, to erase him to escape his own pathetic existence.

And then fear for Lily, blissful in her coloring, replaced my grief. I had to protect her, no matter the cost.

So, I stepped into the role of the devoted, grief-stricken widow.

"David," I choked out, throwing my arms around him, "I thought I\'d lost you. They told me you were gone."

He stiffened, but recovered quickly, his voice a cheap imitation of my real husband\'s.

I played along, even when his girlfriend, Ashley, pregnant with his child, announced their "happy news" at David' s memorial, then demanded our house and savings.

The audacity was sickening, but I feigned despair, exposing their cruel intentions to the shocked family.

Later, in the backyard, I burned David' s belongings – a painful sacrifice. Mark and Ashley watched, enraged, as he remained trapped by the identity he' d stolen, unable to act for fear of exposing himself.

Then Lily, innocent and pure, delivered the first crack in his facade.

"Mommy," she asked, looking at Mark, "Why does Daddy look different? His eyes are mean."

The words hung in the air, a child\'s innocent observation, but for the first time, I saw real fear in Mark\'s eyes. This was just the beginning.

I would make sure he regretted the day he decided to come back from the dead.