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Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

Chapter 2 

Word Count: 1042    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

ion. I stood beside Lily, my hand on her small shoulder, playing the part of the grieving widow. But my grief was not for the ma

girlfriend, Ashley Green, was there, clinging to his arm. She wore a black dress that was a little too tight, a

ed something in her ear. She giggled, a sound that was horribly loud in the quiet church. Several people turned to lo

ll reception held at the Mill

approached me with M

ice dripping with fake sy

a carefully constructed m

g a hand on her flat stomach, "

embers. Grandma Miller, who was standing nearby, gasp

her blessing!" she excla

rical adoration. "We wanted to wait to tell eve

casion, this day meant to honor my husband, to an

ng David's child, his heir, we need to sort out the finances. David told me he had

me. For my husband's mon

I didn't get angry. I let my face crumple. My l

verything he had into this house. And his last paycheck... it's all

letting out a soft sob. "I don

nd uncles who had been smiling at the baby news

aunts said sharply. "The woman just bu

bly inappropriate," ano

pposed to be the grieving, heroic husband. He couldn't be see

a furious look at Ashley. "Sarah, we can talk a

rength. "Everything David had, he gave to me and Lily. That's how he

its mark.

lled with David's belongings-his favorite worn-out sweatshirt, letters he'd written me from deployment, photos of us. I also added every pie

onto the porch. "What are

. "I can't look at these thing

rst, then the fabric of the sweatshirt. The fire grew, consuming the memories of my real h

y shrieked. "Some of t

Grandma Miller crie

commotion. He was David Miller, the stoic hero. He couldn't be seen manhandling his grieving, unstable widow. All he could do was stand there

watching silently from the doorway, walked over to Mark.

nnocent in the sudden quiet. "Why does D

rk froze, his face paling. Grandma Miller gasped.

at the man wearing my husband's face, a man now trapped by a child's innocent observation. The

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Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love
Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love
“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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