I have prosopagnosia. I recognize people only by their distinguishing features. The only way I could tell my husband apart was by the custom-made watch on his wrist. Seven years into my marriage to Wesley Wynn, I found out I was pregnant. Clutching the pregnancy report, I went looking for him. Instead, I found him in a different suit, standing respectfully beside another man. The man asked, "She hasn't realized in all these years that you're not her husband?" "I've played the part well. She'll never know." "Good." The man sneered. "That's the only use you have as my bastard brother. Remember, I only told you to keep her company for me. I never gave you permission to touch her." That was when I finally realized the truth. All these years, it wasn't just Wesley who had been by my side. His half-brother, Ethan Wynn, had been there too. And they both wore the same watch. I threw away the pregnancy report and carried on as if nothing had happened, continuing my sweet life with Ethan. All the while, I secretly bought a plane ticket overseas. But when they found out I was pregnant, Wesley and Ethan chased me all the way to the airport, desperate to beg me to keep the baby. I glanced at the two men. "Who are you?"