Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

Chapter 5

CELINE:

"Oh no! What am I going to do?" I wondered, getting out of the bathroom and wrapped in only a white towel around my chest. I knew Jace wanted to sleep with me tonight.

I guess this was the right time to inform him I am not my sister. How can I continue with this deceit? What if he finds out?

*What do I do?* I paced about the room, and I wasn't even with my phone. I could have contacted Clara and asked for her help. She is a good liar and smarter than me.

"Dammit. Should I lie that I am on my period?" I clutched my belly, scared once Jace finds out the truth—that my family and I tricked him into marrying me.

Yeah, my sister and I were slimmer, but as Clara and I grew into adulthood, I don't keep up much with her, and I get tired of burning calories like her, who wants to be fit at all times.

"Babe," Jace got out of the bathroom and saw me sitting on the bed. I had stopped pacing when I heard the shower stop.

"Babe," Jace removed the towel from his waist, and I immediately glanced away.

I felt like I was committing sin, seeing my twin sister's fiancé's body. Though Jace and I got married, I knew I was the substitute for my sister.

"My love, what's wrong? You don't want to take a look at my body? Did I do anything wrong to offend you?" Jace asked as he drew near me on the bed.

Feeling his hot body against mine made me nervous and sent chills down my spine.

I gulped hard and told him, "No, it's not that I don't want to look."

Jace took my hand and placed it on his cọck, and I gasped, "Ah! What are you doing?"

"I am all yours, my love. You don't have to act shy around me. If this is what marriage causes you to behave like, then we should have remained unmarried," he said, watching my face, and I frowned.

I thought about how Clara would have reacted happily if she were the one touching Jace's body, but I am not her, and I am not in love with her fiancé.

"Clara," Jace called my sister's name and kissed my neck. "I cannot wait to have you. Please."

He begged me, kissing my lips passionately, and laid me on the bed, not giving me a chance to explain myself.

"Jace, stop." I wanted to tell him the truth—that I am not Clara, I am not my sister, and I don't want to have s*x with him.

"What's wrong, babe?" Jace asked, stopping and looking at my face.

"I..." I couldn't tell him the truth. I didn't want my sister to hate me. I had always done what Clara wanted. But this—I shut my eyes, unable to reveal the truth.

I thought about Clara sacrificing her marriage for an award, and I gulped hard.

"Don't worry, I will be easy on you, okay? It's not the first time we are doing it, so don't be shy," Jace spoke to me softly, making me speechless.

"Mm," he kissed my lips, my neck, and my face as he trailed his hot lips down to my chest.

"Jace," I moaned his name, and he murmured, "I like how you moan my name, baby."

Jace sucked on my right breast first, very hard, switching positions with my left, until I became so wet.

I wanted to stop him and push him off, to remind him he was mistaking me for my sister. But at the same time, I didn't want to look at his unclad body.

Jace parted my legs and massaged my entrance with his phallus, and I gulped hard.

"Are you ready, baby?" He asked me, pushing his way in as I felt my body stretching to accommodate him.

"Jace," I gasped as he finally pushed his way in, and he stiffened.

"What did you do to your body, Clara? Why are you so tight down there like a virgin? Dammit. Is this why you didn't want me to touch you?" Jace accused me, thinking I was Clara, but I shook my head as I sobbed.

"No. You can continue." I was in tears, unable to believe how much I had to endure to make my twin sister happy. I had always placed her happiness before mine.

"Why are you crying?" Jace asked, wanting to withdraw, but I held him back as he lay on me.

"Please, don't stop," I begged.

"Why? But you are in pain and so tight," he worried, and I nodded.

"It will cool off. Just do what you want," I told him, and he looked at me in confusion but didn't withdraw.

"Are you sure? I don't want to hurt you. You shouldn't have told me you did something to your body. I never complained about your body, so why did you have to tighten it?" Jace muttered, subtly angry, and I swallowed hard.

"I am sorry. I just didn't know you would get annoyed." I mimicked how my sister talks whenever she is angry.

Jace calmed down, and I knew he loved my sister dearly.

"It's alright. The goal is to get you pregnant tonight. So get ready to take all of me," Jace said as he pushed himself deeper into me, and I groaned.

Jace held me firmly and continued slamming his hips hard against mine. I didn't know how many times I had climaxed—he spun me around in different angles. Like he said, his goal was to make me pregnant.

I moaned, cried, and later passed out. I heard Jace get his release and moan so loudly in my ear in satisfaction.

"Babe," he shook me on the bed, but I had already lost consciousness.

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The next morning, I awoke nervously, as it was Sunday. I expected to see an angry Jace on the bed—maybe he had found out I wasn't my sister. But he was sleeping peacefully.

I stole a look around the vast bedroom. It looked like a prince's room—I hadn't taken time to admire it the previous night, let alone the man who took my virginity. My twin sister's husband.

I was still surprised he hadn't found out I am not Clara, and I recalled last night between us. He didn't use any protection too.

"Oh no!" I gasped, knowing I was in my fertile period.

I looked at his face as he slept peacefully, breathtakingly handsome.

My eyes shifted to his thin lips that had kissed me several times the previous night.

Knowing he had used those same lips to kiss my sister made me a little jealous. But I smacked my left cheek to remind myself I was only her substitute and shouldn't fall in love with my sister's husband.

However, I couldn't help but admire Jace's humor and how he took care of me last night.

*Was that how he took care of Clara?* I pondered, but Jace awoke and met my gaze on him.

I blushed and swiftly looked away, not expecting him to catch me admiring him.