Substitute Bride; My Husband's Mistakes

Chapter 5

(Celine's POV)

“Oh no! What am I going to do?” I pondered as I got out of the bathroom. I was wrapped in only a white towel around my chest.

I knew that Jace wanted to sleep with me tonight, and I guessed this was the right time to inform him that I wasn’t my sister. How could I continue with this deceit? What if he found out?

"What do I do?" I paced about the bedroom, as I wasn’t even with my phone. I could have contacted Clara and asked for her help. She was a good liar and smarter than me.

“Damn it. Should I lie that I’m on my period?” I clutched my belly, scared that once Jace found out the truth—that my family and I had tricked him into marrying me.

Yeah, my sister and I were slimmer, but as Clara and I grew into adulthood, I didn’t keep up with her. I got tired of burning calories like her, who wanted to be fit at all times.

“Babe,” Jace said as he got out of the bathroom and saw me sitting on the bed. I had stopped pacing when I heard the shower stop.

“Babe,” Jace said, removing the towel from his waist, and I immediately glanced away.

I felt like I was committing a sin, seeing my twin sister’s fiancé’s body. Though Jace and I had gotten married, I knew that 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 right hand and placed it on his phallus, 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 wasn’t her, and I wasn’t in love with her husband.

“Clara,” Jace called my new name and kissed my neck. “I cannot wait to have you. Please.”

He begged me, kissing me passionately as he laid me on the bed, not giving me a chance to explain myself to him.

“Jace, stop,” I said. I wanted to tell him the truth—that I wasn’t Clara, that I wasn’t my sister, and that I didn’t want to have s*x with him.

“What’s wrong, babe?” Jace asked as he stopped and looked 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’ll be easy on you, okay? It’s not the first time we’re doing it. So don’t be shy,” Jace spoke to me softly, making me speechless.

“Mmm,” he said as he kissed my lips, my neck, and my face, trailing his hot lips down to my cheek.

“Jace,” I moaned his name, and he whispered, “I like how you moan my name, baby.”

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

I wanted to stop him and push him off to remind him that 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 opening 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? Damn it. 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 said. 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.

“But you’re in pain and so tight,” Jace said, worried, and I nodded.

“It will cool off—just do what you want,” I told him, and he looked at my face in confusion as he didn’t withdraw.

“Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you. You should 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’m sorry. I just didn’t know that you would get annoyed,” I said, mimicking how my sister talked whenever she was angry.

Jace calmed down, and I knew that 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 moaned.

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

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

“Babe,” Jace said, shaking me on the bed, but I had already lost consciousness.

****

The next morning, I awoke nervously; it was Sunday. I was expecting to see an angry Jace in bed, and maybe he had found out that I wasn’t my sister. But he was sleeping peacefully instead.

I stole a look around the vast bedroom. It looked like a prince’s room, as I hadn’t taken the time to admire it the previous night—let alone the man who had taken my virginity.

My twin sister’s husband.

I was still surprised that Jace hadn’t found out yet that I wasn’t Clara, and I recalled last night between us. Jace hadn’t used any protection either.

“Oh no!” I gasped, knowing that I was in my fertile period. I looked at Jace's face as he slept peacefully, looking breathtakingly handsome.

My eyes shifted to his lips that had kissed me several times the previous night; knowing that he had used those same lips to kiss my sister made me a little jealous. But I smacked my left cheek to remind myself that I was only her substitute and that I shouldn’t fall in love with my sister’s husband.

However, I couldn’t help but admire Jace’s humor and how he had taken 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, as I hadn’t expected him to catch me admiring him.