Amaka married Kaine Okoro for duty, not love. For two years, her husband was ice-cold. He never touched her, never slept in their room, never called her “wife.” Until that night. Drunk, desperate, and whispering her name like a prayer, Kaine finally claimed her in their marriage bed. For the first time, Amaka felt wanted. Loved. But at breakfast, Kaine looked at her like she was a stranger. “Did you drink last night, Amaka? You’re talking nonsense.” Then her phone buzzed. A flight notification: Kaine Okoro – Lagos to Abuja – Departed 3 days ago. If Kaine had been in Lagos for 3 days… then who was the man who made love to her last night? The answer walked through her front door the next evening. Two men. Identical faces. Same scar. Same voice. “My name is Zayn,” the stranger said, eyes burning into hers. “Kaine’s twin brother. The one they locked away.” Now Zayn says the baby growing inside her is his. That the night they shared binds her to him forever. That she belongs to the wrong Okoro brother. Kaine wants an annulment. The powerful Okoro family wants her baby. And Zayn? He’s done asking. He’s come to claim what’s his.