My Husband Stole the Identity of his twin brother to ruin me

The same day I first heard the cry of my baby boy was also the day I learned that my husband, Hunter, an aircraft pilot, had died in a plane crash.

Three days later, my baby boy was kidnapped.

No ransom demand. No leads. No hope.

Until ninety days had passed, and I overheard my mother-in-law talking to my husband’s twin brother or so I thought.

“Are you insane, Hunter? You’re telling me you’ll use the identity of your twin brother Harold and fool everyone into thinking Hunter is dead? Victoria has been depressed ever since! Do you really want her to die from the grief?”

“What would you have me do? I just want to be with Alicia. Victoria was just… a stand-in. I never loved her. I tried to forget and focus on Victoria, but Alicia came back, and now we have a baby. I’ll just take care of her as a brother-in-law.”

My entire body went cold hearing the name of my best friend Alicia.

That was it. I had been betrayed by the very people I thought loved me but I wasn’t going to let them walk away easily.

So I called my brother for help and staged my own death to give Hunter a taste of his own betrayal. And by the time he saw my lifeless body, it was far too late for him to beg.