My husband Nathan Carter and his twin brother Ethan Carter were in a plane crash, leaving one dead and one injured. When I rushed to the hospital, I saw the surviving Ethan passionately kissing his wife Sophia Bennett. Meanwhile, my husband lay forever in the morgue. In my grief, I accidentally fell down the stairs and lost the child I had been hoping for these past three years. Three years later, just as I was beginning to accept the fact that Nathan was dead, I overheard his close friend confronting Ethan: “How long are you planning to keep pretending to be your brother and deceiving Emily? She’s your wife!” Ethan adjusted his glasses, his tone cold: “I promised Ethan I’d protect Sophia for life. I am Ethan now. As for Emily, consider it a debt I owe her in this lifetime—I’ll repay her in the next.” So it was actually Ethan who died in the crash. But my husband, using his identical face, had naturally taken it upon himself to care for his brother’s widow—the goddess he could never reach before. What did that make me, spending these three years clinging to old memories? “Emily, I’m pregnant. Please help me with the wedding ceremony. It’s been three years since Nathan died, and Ethan and I have delayed this wedding until now. I don’t want to shortchange myself.” I walked downstairs in a daze, only to be stopped by Sophia’s outstretched hand. She touched her belly, her face glowing with the happiness of impending motherhood. If this had been half an hour ago, I would have genuinely blessed her. But now, knowing the truth, I could no longer remain calm. I refused her directly: “You should hire a wedding planning team. If something goes wrong with the wedding, I can’t take that responsibility.” “What are you two talking about? Sounds lively.” A tall man approached, naturally wrapping his arm around Sophia with intimate familiarity. This scene was like a knife stabbing my heart, each moment bringing excruciating pain. “Sophia asked me to help oversee the wedding, but I told her to find a professional team. After all, I’ve never organized a wedding—I lack experience in that area.” After speaking, I stared at the man before me, wanting to see his reaction. But I was ultimately disappointed. His expression showed no guilt whatsoever, not even a flicker of emotion. Of course—he’d been performing this act for three years. How could he slip up now? If I hadn’t accidentally overheard those words outside the study, I probably would never have known that he’d been deceiving me completely for three years. He had shamelessly impersonated his twin brother, rightfully claiming his brother’s widow as his own. And that car accident that broke my heart three years ago was nothing more than his scheme to capture his true love! Nathan affectionately tapped Sophia’s nose: “Just hire professionals for the wedding. Don’t make things difficult for Emily. Besides, I don’t want any problems with our wedding.” Sophia knocked her forehead in frustration, looking at me apologetically: “Emily, I’m sorry. I didn’t think it through. I forgot that you and Nathan never had a wedding. Please don’t be too sad…” I smiled bitterly, suppressing my grievances and anger, and said slowly: “I’ve been sad for three years—that should be enough. Being a widow has its advantages too. So much freedom—I can leave whenever I want.” Nathan and I had been together for seven years. Though he always introduced me to his friends and family, he never wanted to get married. Later, he finally knelt down with a ring to propose. I was so excited that night I couldn’t sleep. Even though the ring was just a simple band, I convinced myself he truly loved me. Only now do I fully understand—he proposed because Ethan and Sophia had set their wedding date. He had delayed marrying me because he still harbored fantasies about Sophia. From beginning to end, I was just a tool to be remembered only when needed. Nathan grabbed my hand, ignoring Sophia’s presence, and demanded harshly: “You want to leave?!” His reaction was so abnormal that Sophia tugged at his sleeve in confusion: “What’s wrong with you?” Looking at the raging anger in his eyes, I found it utterly ridiculous. What right did he have to question me? I pushed his hand away, my tone flat: “I don’t owe your brother anything. He’s been dead for three years. Haven’t I given enough of my youth—three whole years?” These three years, I lived in agony, wishing I were dead. But he spent three blissful years with Sophia, and now they even had an unborn child. Yet no one cared that I once had a child too. Three years ago, when I learned of Nathan’s fatal car accident, I was so devastated that I accidentally fell down the stairs. I nearly died that day, and I lost my child. Nathan knew all of this. But at the time, he was completely consumed with joy at winning Sophia—he couldn’t comprehend my pain at all. He truly loved Sophia that much. But now I refuse to be a supporting character in their love story anymore. I want to leave. I want to get far away from them both.
“Who says you don’t owe Nathan anything! You owe him his life!” Nathan’s mother, Margaret Carter, walked over with her cane, glaring at me viciously. Before I could react, she slapped me hard across the face. “If Nathan hadn’t rushed back to celebrate your birthday, I wouldn’t have lost my son!” My cheek went numb, and my ears were ringing. But none of that mattered to me. What mattered was what she’d just said. Nathan wasn’t rushing back to celebrate my birthday at all! I covered my face and looked at Sophia. She frantically clutched Nathan’s arm, hiding behind him. And Nathan shielded Sophia completely. In that moment, I understood everything. Three days before Christmas, Sophia had threatened to break up with Ethan because he couldn’t be with her for her birthday—he had to go abroad for contract negotiations. She’d even arranged to go camping at the beach for three days and nights with a group of male friends. After Sophia announced this on Instagram, Ethan bought the earliest flight back, and Nathan decided to come back too. I knew about this. Nathan knew. Sophia knew too. I never imagined they’d already pinned all the blame on me. “Mom, Emily was just speaking off the cuff. If she wanted to leave, she would’ve left before Christmas. She’s family, and family shouldn’t blame each other—we should support one another.” Nathan stepped in to ease the tension. But Margaret continued glaring at me. “She and Nathan only got a marriage license—they didn’t even have a wedding. She’s not his wife yet, so what kind of family is she! She’s nothing but bad luck!” Margaret’s harsh words echoed in my ears. I smiled at Margaret. “You’re right, I am bad luck and don’t deserve to stay in this house. I’ll leave right now.” Seeing this, Margaret suddenly clutched her chest, acting like she couldn’t breathe. Nathan’s face darkened with anger as he grabbed my hand and yanked it hard. “Emily, Mom was just speaking in anger. Do you have to make a big deal out of everything!” Sophia supported Margaret and yelled at me, “That’s right, Emily! No matter what, you can’t talk back to Mom like that.” I loosened my fingers, revealing the bright red handprint on my face. “Then what should I do? Let her insult me? Let her slap me again? You all know the truth—should we lay it all out right now?” “Emily!” Nathan suddenly shouted sternly. I looked at him with reddened eyes. His expression flickered, as if he still had some feelings for me. Suddenly, I felt a glimmer of hope. Could Nathan have his reasons? “Emily, you know Mom’s health isn’t good. Why say things to upset her? Just apologize to Mom, and don’t talk about leaving anymore.” Instantly, that indescribable feeling in my heart vanished completely. How foolish I was to believe a liar could turn over a new leaf! “Apologize?” I nodded and said matter-of-factly, “You’re right, your mom should apologize to me.”
After Nathan died in the plane crash, I stayed at Carter Villa to take care of his mother Margaret. But Margaret had disliked me from the day I married Nathan. After Nathan’s death, she would often curse at me, calling me a jinx. Despite living in the twenty-first century, I lived like a slave. I had to get up at five every morning to help her wash and dress. When she ate, I had to stand beside her and serve. If there was anything that displeased her even slightly, I would be verbally abused. I lived this way for three whole years. While Sophia only showed concern for Margaret in words, Margaret was extremely fond of her. I bore it all without complaint, wanting only to pour my love for Nathan into caring for his family. If I hadn’t accidentally overheard the truth just now, I would probably have lived this painful life forever. Recalling Margaret’s behavior over these years, I looked at Nathan calmly and asked sincerely, “For three years, your mother has never treated me like a human being. I’ve lived worse than a dog. Shouldn’t she apologize to me?” “Emily…” Nathan hesitated, his words unfinished when Sophia’s shocked cry came from nearby. “Margaret, what’s wrong?” Margaret had fainted in her arms. Nathan couldn’t spare time to question me and hurriedly picked up Margaret to rush her to the hospital. Before leaving, he stared at me with sharp eyes: “Emily, I’m only holding back from confronting you out of respect for my brother. But no matter what my mother did, you can’t speak to her like that! You’d better pray nothing happens to my mother, or you’ll regret it!” At that moment, I really wanted to applaud Nathan. I wanted to praise his acting skills. Even now, he still didn’t forget to put on a show! “Your mother should really learn from you about what real acting looks like.” I dropped this line, let out a cold laugh, and went upstairs to pack. I didn’t see the surprised and suspicious expression Nathan showed because of my words. I didn’t have much luggage. Two hours later, I put the last piece of clothing into my suitcase. Someone knocked on the door. I opened it to see Nathan standing outside with something in his hands. “Emily, we just went to the hospital. The doctor said my mother is fine, so I came to let you know. I also want to apologize to you. About what happened three years ago, Sophia already knows she was wrong. She was young and timid, unable to face my mother’s anger. Could you please not tell my mother?” As Nathan spoke, he placed a bottle of perfume on the table. “I heard from my brother before that you like perfume. This bottle is from Sophia’s collection, consider it her apology gift. I hope you won’t hold it against her.” I looked down at the perfume on the table. I immediately recognized the familiar serial number on it. Three years ago, I had posted multiple hints on Instagram about liking this perfume. Before our anniversary, I saw a perfume box in Nathan’s car and naturally assumed he had bought it for me. On our anniversary, I only received a scarf—an utterly perfunctory gift. The perfume I thought was meant for me had actually been given to Sophia three years ago. I picked up the perfume, its bottle cold against my skin, like my heart at that moment. Even though I knew Nathan had no feelings for me, seeing everything he could do for Sophia still made my heart ache involuntarily. I pushed the perfume back into his hands. “I stopped liking perfume three years ago. I can agree to help keep the secret, but you need to answer one question for me.” Nathan was startled and instinctively asked, “What question?” I looked up, staring intently into his eyes, and said word by word: “About the plane crash three years ago—what else are you hiding from me?”
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