Double Trouble: The Mistaken Identity That Became My Happily Ever After Chapter 1

I came back from a business trip and had a wild night with my boyfriend.

But when it was over, I suddenly realized: he was in his usual spot in the bed.

I grabbed him and scrutinized the details to see if he was cheating.

The next second, he covered my eyes, trembling:

"M-Maya... I can't go another round today..."

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I froze.

He looked up at me, pitiful. "I have a basketball game tonight. If we go again, my legs are really going to turn to jelly..."

I sat up like a corpse springing back to life.

I suddenly realized the man next to me might actually be my boyfriend's younger brother!

He was still a college student who hadn't even graduated yet!

I knew something was off when I came back! My boyfriend's build looked slightly different!

A fine layer of cold sweat broke out all over my body.

I yanked the covers over myself and screamed: "Why is it you?! Why are you in my apartment?!"

The air... went completely silent.

The young man's eyelashes fluttered nervously. He stared at me, his voice hoarse and full of disbelief. "What... what do you mean? So just now, when you were so happy... you didn't know who you were with?"

He looked so wronged and hurt.

It made the excuse of "face blindness" get stuck right in my throat.

I took a deep breath.

Trying hard to stabilize my emotions, I asked another question: "Where is your brother? Why isn't he home?"

Noah looked down. "My college game was nearby, and the schedule was tight. All the hotels were booked, so I could only crash at his place... He was afraid of waking me up, so he stayed overnight at his office. We didn't know... you were coming back so suddenly..."

His voice trailed off.

Coupled with his expression, he looked even more innocent.

Unacceptable!

So he's innocent, and this is entirely my fault?!

I gritted my teeth and kept interrogating him: "Then why didn't you explain who you were before you took your clothes off?!"

Noah looked even more dejected.

"You kissed me the second you walked in. When did I have a chance to explain..."

"I know you're afraid my brother will find out about us. I won't tell him..."

"Everything that happened today... I'll just treat it like a dream..."

As he spoke.

He put his clothes back on, diligently stripped the bed, and smoothed out every single wrinkle, erasing all the evidence.

Everything was playing out exactly according to the best-case scenario I had envisioned.

It was so perfect I actually felt like I was the villain...

Finally, when he was hand-washing my thong in the sink, I couldn't hold back anymore: "Just give that to me..."

As I walked over, he flinched like he'd been burned.

He looked at me with red-rimmed eyes.

"I got it dirty..."

Damn it!

I really am a monster!