My Husband Made MeChapter 2

People always said the two brothers were impossible to tell apart.

Michael probably thought impersonating his brother would be child's play.

He was wrong.

Even after removing the birthmark, even after mimicking Matthew’s every mannerism, there were subconscious habits that would always betray him.

Besides, I was his wife. We’d shared a life, a bed. I knew the moment he walked through that door that the man who came back was my husband.

I could recognize him. In this life, and the last.

Unfortunately, in my previous life, I couldn’t for the life of me understand why Michael would pretend to be his brother. So I’d stubbornly insisted to everyone that he was, in fact, Michael.

He vehemently denied it. His sister-in-law, Amy, called me a shameless homewrecker, accusing me of coveting her man the moment mine was in the ground.

But they both knew the truth. They both knew the one who survived was Michael.

The way people looked at me slowly shifted from pity to disgust.

They thought I’d lost my mind, unable to accept my husband's death. Michael’s constant denials sent me spiraling into despair.

It wasn't until I discovered I was pregnant that a flicker of hope reignited within me.