Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

our before, their faces grim, their words clipped and formal. "Killed in action." The phrase echoed in the sudden, d

hat her world had just shattered. I numbly arranged the funeral, my hands moving on autopilot

walked thro

tly like David. The same sharp jawline, the same intense blue eyes, the same way he held

avid's identic

relatives who didn't know the difference. He hugged

boy," she wailed. "H

is expression somber. "

. He was looking at me, the real David's wife, and daring me to expose him. My blood ran cold. The man I knew as my brother-in-law was a selfish, lazy b

He was stepping into my husband's life, his identity, as if slipping o

ere. They would call me hysterical, crazed with grief. They would believe him, the "hero" who miraculously returne

he grief into a locked-down corner of my heart. If

them spill down my cheeks. I stopped in front of him and threw my arms around his

k with fake emotion. "I thought I'd

back awkwardly. "It was a mistake

his brother's. It lacked the warm

rough her tears. "See? A

oked at him. "The military... they de

ion of a second. "It was... a te

quiet but firm. "It's what... it's what he would have w

nor, would treat the remains of a fallen brother with respect. But

d his face, so fast that o

, of course. We should do it as soon as possible.

o ash, to remove the one piece of proo

h his girlfriend, Ashley. He had "borrowed" a few thousand dollars from David, promising to pay it back

d, his face losing its charming mask. "You're just

told David, he had sighed, a deep, weary sound.

Mark was now exploiting in the most despicable way imaginable. He was not just stealing

y grieving family who were being duped, I fel

d Miller, the decora

he got everything

ace. You chose to be him. I'm going to hold you to it. I will make you live it,