WRONG TWIN: Perfect Husband.

FAYENA GRIFFIN'S POV "Babe, you've still not confirmed whether your brother will be at the wedding or not." I look at Harry through the reflection of the bathroom mirror, carefully patting the last layer of my night serum into my skin. "I need to know where to sit him. Whether with my family or with the guys." One week. In exactly seven days, I will walk down the aisle and become Mrs. Henry Calloway. The thought alone makes my heart race. How fast time flies. Eight years ago, I was working from my tiny studio apartment, sketching designs at two in the morning and wondering if anyone would ever believe in my vision. Now, I own Griffin Atelier, a fashion house worn by celebrities and recognized internationally. Yet somehow, the thing that makes me happiest isn't my success. It's the man brushing his teeth beside me. Three years with the man I love. One year engaged. And in seven days, we will finally begin the life we've spent so long planning. "Barry?" Harry asks, his mouth still full of toothpaste. I smile slightly. "Yes, Barry. Your twin brother." I chuckle. Harry rinses his mouth but he's avoiding my eyes. "I already told you. I'll ask him again." I frown. "You've been saying that for months." It's not that I disliked Barry. How could I dislike someone I've never met? That is the strange part. Three years of dating Harry, and I have never once met his identical twin brother. Not at birthdays. Not at holidays. Not even during our engagement party. Every time I bring him up, Harry finds reasons to change the subject. "He's busy," Harry would say. "He's not really a family person." "You wouldn't get along with him." But I have always wondered how two brothers who share the same face can be so distant. Harry doesn't even talk about him. I found his picture amongst his pictures when we first started dating three years ago. I didn't even know he had a twin till I saw that picture. It was a picture of them in middle school and I've never seen that picture again. We moved in together two years ago. I brought all my family pictures while he brought none. They were raised by their aunty and uncle and I know Harry doesn't have a great relationship with them. They're not even invited to the wedding. "I don't know how I'm going to go on a month long honeymoon with Persephone in charge." I laugh softly. Persephone is my cousin, the little sister I never had. "Babe, do you think we'll still be able to do the honeymoon in Italy?" I ask, putting my face products in the cabinet. Harry gives a distracted hum. "Of course." But he's not looking at me. He's scrolling through his phone. "I was thinking, since fashion week is around the time of the honeymoon. We can continue in Paris and finish the week there." "Mm-hmm..." I keep everything in the cabinet and turn around to him. He's sitting on the toilet seat, busily looking at his phone. "Harry, are you okay?!" He raises his head and finally looks at me. "Actually... babe..." He says. "I wanted to ask you something." I smile. "What is it?" "The investment you mentioned for the new software development." My hand pauses on my cheek as I smooth out the products on my face. "What about it..." My brows furrow together. "I know you said you'd give it to me after the wedding but I wanted to know if there was any chance of me getting it before next week." He gets up and walks over to me. He wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me against him. "Mmm... do you think I'll be able to get anytime soon?" He leans in, outlining my lips with his. He sticks his tongue out and touches my lip. "Stoppp... what the hell are you doing?" He bursts into laughter. "I want to purchase a few things and I can't take money out of the company's account. Its a whole process." He folds his arms, leaning against the counter beside me. "I'll see what I can do. Two million is a lot of money to transfer in a few minutes or hours. It'll take a couple of days. Maybe." Harry nods. "Fine by me. I only need the purchases before our honeymoon so I can get work done while away." I nod. "I'll speak to Anastasia tomorrow." Anastasia is my best friend and my lawyer. She handled everything I have or own. She hired all the people I have in my life. My accountant, the CEO of the other branches of Griffin Atelier. Every transaction I make is through her before I even speak to the account. I work hard. I make at least twenty clothes in a month and those are orders from people. I work ten times harder during fashion weeks because even though I don't present my designs sometimes. I have celebrities who patronise me for these events. I'm all about making the money while Anastasia handles the money. I trust her with my life. She has never done anything for me not to trust her. "When I get this investment. I'll be able to finally get a work space. I'll attract more investors. I just can't wait." He smiles, placing his hands on my waist as we walk out of the bathroom. "You're so hardworking. That speaks for itself, babe. You don't need a flashy office to prove it." I smile but he frowns instead. "Alright... then move out of your office and start working from home if an office doesn't prove your work efficiently." He rolls his eyes. "Hey!! I was just joking. Why are you getting angry? I didn't say anything bad." I sit on the bed. "I've got to make a call. It's about work." He walks over and kisses me on the forehead before leaving the room. "Seriously?" One thing I hate about Harry that I wish I could change is his temper. He gets angry quickly and doesn't gets jokes. We've had conversations about this behaviour but I can't change him. He's been like this for 28 years. He says its because of his upbringing and the environment he grew up in. He always had to be defensive. He doesn't talk about his past at all which makes me believe that he was somehow abused. His laptop is opened on the bed again. I can't remember the number of times I've asked him to stop putting the laptop on the bed. I even got him a separate work desk in our bedroom since he's working all the time and my desk is always covered with papers of designs. "Harry!!... Can you please come for your laptop?" I touched his laptop and I almost deleted his coding project so I decided to never go close to it again. I touch it but not when it's opened and clearly shows that he'd been working. "Harry!! Babe!!" I call out to him again but no response. "For f**k sake..." I pick up the laptop and the screen immediately lights up. An email is opened on the screen instead. The Subject of the email catches my attention. "FAYENA GRIFFIN'S ESTATE PLAN" My brows furrow together. My estate plan? Why does Harry have an email about my estate plan? "Why were you screaming—" He stops in his steps and he stares at me. "What the f**k are you doing with my laptop, Fayena?" "Why the f**k do you have an email about my estate plan, Henry?" I counter ask him. He doesn't say anything. He walks over and snatches his laptop from my lap. He walks out of the room with the laptop and slams the door behind him. "Why do you have an email about my estate, Harry? What are you up to?" I shake my head. Utterly confused and worried.