I Won’t Uncover My Husband’s Twin Lie Chapter 1

I knew my husband, Ryan Prescott, faked his death and took on his twin brother’s identity, but I never exposed him.

Instead, I went to the military commander, informed him of my husband’s supposed demise, and requested his military discharge.

In my previous life, my brother-in-law died unexpectedly, and my husband resolutely abandoned his position as a Battalion Commander to impersonate his twin, all to prevent his sister-in-law from becoming a widow.

I recognized him as Ryan, and confronted him about why he was impersonating his younger brother.

Ryan, however, denied it adamantly, coldly pushing me away.

“Eleanor, I know you’re devastated that my brother is gone, but you can’t mistake me for him just because he’s dead!”

He shielded his delicate sister-in-law, pushed me into an icy river, and warned me against delusional thoughts.

My five-year-old daughter cried, asking why her daddy didn’t want her, and was locked in a cowshed to reflect, starving for three days and nights.

My mother-in-law cursed me as a jinx who brought death to her husband, throwing my daughter and me out of the house penniless.

Ryan even spread rumors that I had gone mad, coveting my brother-in-law immediately after my husband’s death.

I was scorned and despised by everyone, clinging to my daughter, numbly dying in the bitter cold of winter.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day my husband began impersonating his brother.

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“Eleanor, my deepest condolences. I never imagined my brother would meet with such an accident…”

Ryan’s eyes were red, his face filled with sorrow as he looked at me.

Seeing the body of my brother-in-law being carried in, I played along, bursting into tears and calling out to him as my husband.

Max’s face was pale and lifeless; he was completely gone.

He and Ryan looked identical, so no one suspected Ryan had switched identities with him.

After a bout of crying, I wiped away my tears and said,

“The body shouldn’t be kept long. Let’s quickly cremate him. We shouldn’t deny Max a dignified farewell.”

Ryan immediately nodded in agreement, even more eager than me to destroy the evidence.

I watched him move the body, a thin, long scar visible on the web of his hand.

In my past life, it was this scar that confirmed to me the living man was Ryan.

This time, I pretended not to see a thing.

Last life, Ryan and Max were out on a disaster relief mission. Max accidentally suffered a fatal head injury and died instantly.

Ryan, to prevent his sister-in-law, Serena Miller, from becoming a widow, abandoned his rank as a Battalion Commander and impersonated Max.

Outsiders, fooled by Ryan’s deliberate imitation, easily fell for the deception.

But as his wife, who lived with him day in and day out, I recognized Ryan at first glance.

I desperately questioned him about why he was impersonating his brother-in-law, abandoning our daughter and me.

Ryan, however, looked indifferent, denied it vehemently, and violently pushed me away.

“Eleanor, I know you’re devastated that my brother is gone, but you can’t mistake me for him just because he’s dead!”

In disbelief, I pressed him again and again, only to be shoved into a frozen river in the dead of winter by Ryan.

He stood on the bank, shielding Serena, watching my struggles with cold indifference.

“Even if you’re my sister-in-law, I won’t let you harm my wife!”

Serena hid behind him, cursing me as a brazen hussy, accusing me of trying to steal her man right after my husband’s death.

I suffered a high fever for three days and three nights, with only my five-year-old daughter by my side.

She cried, asking Ryan why her daddy didn’t recognize her.

Ryan, however, claimed she was speaking nonsense at my instigation, and immediately locked our daughter in a cowshed to reflect.

It took me three days to crawl back from the brink of death, and our daughter was starved for three days and nights.

My mother-in-law again cursed me as a jinx who brought death to her husband, saying I had killed her son.

She threw my daughter and me out of the house, not even giving us a single piece of clothing or a penny.

In the snowstorm, I desperately pounded on the door, begging Ryan to save our daughter.

But only his cold voice came back: “Eleanor, you’re crazy to mistake me for my brother. If you can’t face reality, stay away from me.”

The villagers all believed him, saying I was cursed to bring death to my husband, and had lost my mind to mistake my brother-in-law for my husband.

I held my daughter, nowhere to go, cold and hungry in the depths of winter, and eventually froze to death on the street.

Thinking of all this, a fire ignited in my heart; I wished I could drag that entire family down to hell with me.

Watching Ryan eagerly send his brother-in-law’s body for cremation, I thought coldly.

Since you want to live happily ever after with Serena, I’ll grant your wish. Be Max for the rest of your life.