Falling for My Twin's Husband

Chapter 1 The Tale of My Twin Sister

Due to our parents' broken relationship, my twin sister and I were forced to separate.

Eighteen years later, she found me and proposed that we swap identities to experience a double life.

I agreed, only because I had fallen in love with her fiancé.

Three years later, she returned, wanting to resume our original lives.

I sneered:

You wish!

I sat in the café, looking at the woman in front of me who had an identical face to mine, and asked helplessly:

"What do you want this time, sister?"

Jill took a leisurely drag on her cigarette, watching the smoke rings lazily drift away before she spoke:

"I'm tired. I want to switch back."

"What, are you willing to give up your band and your rockstar boyfriend?"

"We broke up." She took a sip of coffee, grimacing at the bitterness: "Love without material support is like sand slipping through your fingers. And dreams don't put food on the table."

"Oh." I absentmindedly stirred my coffee, giving her a perfunctory response.

"Enough talk. When do we switch back?"

"I'm very satisfied with my current life and don't plan to switch with you." I stopped stirring my coffee and spoke seriously.

"Obera, what do you mean? Have you gotten hooked on pretending to be me?" Jill shot up from her chair, pointing at my nose in accusation.

"We're in public, so mind your manners." I propped my chin on my hand, looking at her calmly: "Sister, life isn't child's play. You can't just do whatever you want. Switch back? What do you have to offer? I'm now the wife of the CEO of Roberts Group, and every move I make is watched. Do you know how to appreciate fine wine? Can you even play golf?"

Perhaps annoyed by my words, Jill glared at me with hatred:

"Obera, don't get too comfortable. I'll make sure you return my life to me."

Jill and I are twin sisters.

Originally, our family was wealthy, and our parents were loving.

But when we were five, my father's business was sabotaged by competitors and failed.

Since then, he was never the same, drinking heavily every day.

My mother couldn't stand this life and chose to divorce my father.

After the divorce, she took Jill away, while I stayed to live with my father.

Since then, I never saw Jill again.

Until three years ago, she suddenly appeared, begging me to swap identities with her.

At that time, my father had died from alcohol poisoning, despite rescue efforts.

And I, to survive, had to work several jobs a day.

Eating the cheapest meals, wearing discounted clothes, without a thought to dress myself up.

While Jill was covered in designer brands, sporting the trendiest hairstyle.

"Sister, you're living so hard." Seeing my state, she shed tears.

She told me that after divorcing my father, our mother married a wealthy businessman.

The businessman wasn't particularly good or bad to her, although he was very cold, he never shorted her financially.

Jill treated me well, buying me clothes, taking me for beauty treatments, and frequenting upscale restaurants.

We spent a pleasant time together.

But Jill often stared at me blankly, as if she had something on her mind.

Finally, one day I couldn't help but ask:

"Sis, is there something you need my help with?"

Reading people has been my survival skill all these years.

I knew someone who hadn't contacted me in eighteen years wouldn't suddenly remember familial ties.

She must have come back for a reason.

Her recent kindness was just a way to sweeten the deal.

Sure enough, she was silent for a long time, looking at me with red eyes:

"Obera, I'm truly at my wit's end."

It's said that twins have a special connection, with similar habits and preferences, and probably similar standards in choosing partners.

This didn't apply to Jill and me at all.

I'm gentle and calm, well-read and sensible, longing for a stable and cozy family life.

Jill, on the other hand, is lively and cheerful, quirky and rebellious, yearning for a life of freedom and spontaneity.

So by day, she's a well-behaved and sensible girl, but by night, she's the lead singer of a rock band, secretly dating the band's bassist.

But one day, she was suddenly told she was to marry Baylan, the CEO of Roberts Group.

"I don't know if Baylan has a screw loose. We only met once at a party, and he proposed to me." Jill pouted: "I don't want to be a caged bird trapped at home, nor do I want to spend my life with someone I don't love. I want to play music, I want a passionate romance."

She held my hand and pleaded:

"Obera, let's swap identities. Will you marry Baylan for me? Think about it, Baylan is very wealthy. Marrying him is much better than continuing this chaotic life."

I agreed to Jill's request for one reason only.

I've been fond of Baylan for a long time.

Our first encounter was quite a mess.

That day, in order to secure a deal, I drank a lot with a client at a bar.

The middle-aged man was sleazy, making repeated suggestive remarks and getting handsy:

"Obera, it's actually very simple to secure this deal. As long as you're with me, all the deals I have will be yours." He placed his hand on my thigh, leering at me.

"Mr. Ward, you're joking. It's getting late, I'll head back now. Let's arrange another time for dinner." I smiled and got up from my seat.

"Hey, what's the rush? The night is still young, we should get to know each other better." He hinted, his greasy hand slowly creeping further up my thigh.

"Mr. Ward, please show some respect." My patience wore thin, and I dropped my smile.

"Don't act like you don't know what's good for you. Isn't this what salespeople do? Stick with me, and everything will be fine." Mr. Ward got angry after I brushed him off and tried to force himself upon me.

"Crash!"

Fueled by the alcohol, I instinctively smashed a bottle over his head.

The bar went silent.

"You damn woman, you're not leaving tonight." James touched the blood on his head, glaring at me darkly.

"Don't come any closer, I've called the police." I warned him sternly.

"Call the police? You've cracked my head open. If you don't want to be detained, you'd better behave."

As he approached, fear made my hands and feet tremble, and everyone around just stopped to watch, with no intention of helping.

That's when Baylan showed up.

"Mr. Ward, what's going on here?"