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Stolen Husband, Stolen Life, Stolen Love

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 982    |    Released on: 03/07/2025

air, my voice soft but steady. "He's been through a lot." It was a lie, but it was a necessary one. Her innocent question had been a crack in their fa

e air here felt different-cleaner, filled with a sense of order and purpose that was a stark

ng officer. He was a man with a kind face but eyes that held the weigh

"Please, sit. I was so sorry to hear about D

y voice quiet. "That's why I'm he

.. they made a mistake. He's alive. He's home." I paused, letting the statement sink in. "The man

"Alive? Mrs. Miller, that's... highly unusual. We ha

en him. However, he's... not himself. He's confused. Traumatized." I was laying the groundwork, painting a pictur

cords need to be updated. And... I need a job, Commander. I have a daughter to supp

sing. He saw a grieving widow, a mother trying to hold he

l see what we can do about a position for you here on base. We t

. It was a small victory, but it was the first step to

as venomous. Grandma Miller was in the kitchen, and she had Lily sc

re doing?" I snapped, m

" Grandma Miller said without tur

me broke. I snatched Lily up, pulling her away from the dirty wa

"My son's house! You and this br

our last few bags. As I passed the master bedroom, the door was slightly ajar

was saying, her voice a whiny complaint. "That wa

in my throat. She

cess to his official accounts, we'll have everything. The pension, the benefits... we just hav

ah?" Ash

ch trouble, we'll have her declared mentally unstable. Who are they g

nt decision. They had been planning this. His own mother was complicit, happy to discard one

rtainty. I wasn't just escaping. I was goi

d. It was a text from Commander Davies' office. They had found a clerical position for me at the base supply depo

a mixture of fear and exhilaration. "Come

, blocking the front door. He must have heard us. His arms

ou're going?" he asked, h

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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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