On our anniversary, I learned my husband killed my Children

“Come on, twin brother,” he said on the phone, chuckling. “She’s stupid enough not to know we switch places, and even foolish not to know I was the one killing our child so she had miscarriages for the last years.” My entire body went cold. Killing… Our child? That four miscarriages weren’t an accident? I almost collapsed right there even though I was lying in bed. On the other end of the call, a familiar voice—the real Lewis—laughed. A sharp, dismissive sound that sliced through whatever remained of my heart. “Well, Nadine’s always been clueless since we were young,” he said. “Let her be.” Maxon continued casually, as if discussing the weather: “Are you sure you won’t regret leaving her to me? You used to love her.” The real Lewis snorted. “Honestly? No. I only wanted her back then because you wanted her. I just wanted to beat you. But now that she chose me—damn.” He clicked his tongue. “I don’t even like her. It’s always been Victoria. And it’s no fun when I beat you, you know. I’ve always loved Victoria, and so I even faked my death just to chase her because surely grandma wouldn’t agree if I left her. But it’s a win-win now because you have her… and you owe me.” My stomach twisted so violently I had to grip the sheets to stay grounded. “Well, then, if she gets pregnant this time, I will not allow you to kill the baby! We’ve been killing it for the last four years, and I want a child with her now!” Lewis replied, “Sure. Nadine’s pregnant already with our child. The only reason I was killing her child ‘cause Victoria doesn’t want me to have a child with Nadine before her. She didn’t even know the child has always been yours. So, yeah, it’s all on you, too. From now, do whatever you want with the child.” A broken sound escaped me before I could stop it. Four miscarriages. All because of them. Maxon—pretending to be Lewis—laughed softly. “Then leave her to me. She won’t ever know her most hated twin brother is the one warming her bed. This is her punishment for rejecting me back then over you. Now, she would never be able to leave my side.” I slapped a hand over my mouth again, tears already blurring my sight. I always fought with Maxon. We clashed about everything. He was the playboy. The troublemaker. The boy who pushed my buttons until I screamed. But never—not once—did I imagine he would do this to me. Maxon continued on the phone: “By the way, Grandma wants us home for her birthday. She warmed up fast when she heard you—well, Maxon, came back from the dead. Can’t believe it. She always hated me and said would not even give me my inheritance!” Lewis snorted. “Of course she did. After all, she’d been missing Maxon when she thought you died. But for Lewis, she’s going to hand me the company. For that party, I’ll be Lewis. We keep switching. Family matters—we play our parts. But when it comes to the sisters, we switch depending on the situation but I should always be with Victoria. Victoria hates it when I’m with Nadine.” They both laughed. My vision swam. I just didn’t know what else to do. How could they do this to me? A tear slipped down my cheek. Then another and another. Just then, I felt arms wrap around me from behind as the bed moved. Warm. Familiar. The scent of Lewis’s cologne. Except it wasn’t Lewis. It was Maxon pressing his chest against my back. “Love?” he murmured. ”I love you.” I squeezed my eyes shut, trying not to sob. Trying not to scream. Trying not to break right there. I used to think our story began the day Lewis told me he loved me. But the truth was… it began long before that. We were childhood friends—me and the twin boys, Lewis and Maxon—because our parents were inseparable. Business partners. Vacation buddies. The type of adults who talked about raising their kids side-by-side the way other people talked about backyard gardens. I practically grew up at their beach house. I remembered those summers so clearly it hurt. Lewis smiling shyly at me, always the gentler twin, offering me seashells as if they were precious diamonds. Maxon chasing us with water balloons, loud, stubborn, and cocky even at ten. The adults used to tease us constantly. “She will marry one of those twin boys someday,” they’d laugh. Then Victoria arrived in our lives for real. She wasn’t just a playmate anymore; she became part of the family when her parents died in an accident. She was six. Lost. Quiet. I remember feeling so much pity for her, so much instinctive protectiveness, that when my parents said she’d be spending most holidays with us and the twins, I didn’t complain. We all grew up together like that—an unbreakable circle. Or so I thought. Maxon was the first to break it. He confessed to me when we were fifteen. Brazen and stupid, that boy. His cheeks were red, but he still smirked like he wasn’t scared. But I was. “You’re a playboy,” I had said sharply. “You don’t know what love is.” He had laughed, pretending it didn’t matter, but I saw it—just for a flash—in his eyes: the hurt. Or maybe his pride shattering. I’ll never know. Still, I tried. At first. I tried to see where it might go. But then Lewis happened. Quiet, careful Lewis. The one who didn’t make grand gestures but made me feel… safe. Seen. Wanted in a way that wasn’t loud or exhausting. Little by little, all my attention shifted toward him. I didn’t even notice Maxon drifting away until the day he snapped—until he became angry, almost violent in his frustration. That was the last time we spoke. By twenty, Maxon had left, the entire family treated him like the black sheep. Even their grandmother couldn’t stand to hear his name. And by twenty-three, I married Lewis. Except now— Lewis wasn’t Lewis. He was Maxon. The real Lewis was gone, stolen from me long before I even had a chance to understand it. I felt myself breaking in half, then in quarters, then into dust. Everything… everything I thought I knew was a lie. I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and stood up abruptly. Maxon was finally asleep on the couch, breathing peacefully. Peacefully, when he had destroyed my entire world. I grabbed my phone and walked out the door before I could think. My hands were shaking as I dialed. It rang once. “Hello?” my mother answered, her voice thick with sleep. I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Mom,” I whispered, my voice cracking. “Please take me home. I’m going to divorce my husband.”

Morning came slowly, like my body was trying to delay the moment I had to wake up and face reality. I opened my eyes, but I didn’t move. And that was when I heard it — muffled voices coming from the guest room down the hall. I recognized them instantly. Lewis and Victoria. My blood froze. “…I know,” Victoria hissed, voice sharp with frustration. “I get it. You needed to use your brother’s identity to be with me. Fine. I accepted that. But shouldn’t we end this? I’m tired of sneaking around. I want to date you as Lewis, not as Maxon.” My stomach coiled, sick and tight. Lewis replied with a low, annoyed sigh. “Victoria, relax. I told you—we’ll fix everything at Grandma’s birthday party.” “Fix? How?” Lewis chuckled, the same laugh that used to make me feel safe. Now that sound curdled my insides. “We’ll frame Nadine. Make it look like she cheated on me. Grandma adores her since our families have always been close—she’d never allow a divorce unless Nadine messed up. But if she thinks Nadine betrayed me? She’ll kick her out herself.” I covered my mouth, tears burning hot behind my eyes. Victoria scoffed. “And Maxon? He won’t agree to any of this. He’s unpredictable. What if he ruins it?” Lewis laughed again. “He’ll agree because he’s too stupid not to. And if he doesn’t? Then we arrange it in a way that makes him look unaware. Maybe even betrayed. That’ll break him enough to cooperate on disposing Nadine.” My entire body trembled. I thought they had reunited as brothers. I thought they had healed. But no. Lewis continued, colder now. “I never made peace with Maxon. I just like using him. And Nadine.” Then, with disgustingly casual confidence: “Both of them are tools.” Something crashed inside me — the last fragile piece of hope. Then Victoria whispered something I couldn’t hear, and Lewis groaned. Their voices grew softer, breathier, then dissolving into hungry moans that made bile rise in my throat. I couldn’t listen anymore. When I finally left the bedroom, eyes red but dry, I found Maxon in the kitchen. Pretending to be Lewis. He was humming while setting plates on the table. When he saw me, his smile brightened. “Good morning, love. Did you sleep well?” A lie wrapped in honey. I stared at him, numb. “Fine.” His brows pulled together, concerned. “You look pale. Are you feeling sick? Do you want me to take you to the doctor?” I shook my head quickly. “No. I’m okay.” Before he could ask anything more, the front door opened and in walked the monsters themselves — Lewis and Victoria. Laughing. Touching. Radiating happiness as if they hadn’t been plotting to destroy my life an hour ago. “You two are early,” Maxon said lightly. “We’ll be staying here for a bit,” Lewis answered, dropping a bag by the couch. “Family bonding and all.” Victoria hooked her arm with Lewis’s and grinned. “Let’s make the place lively!” I nodded quietly, swallowing down the scream clawing up my throat. There was no point exposing what I knew — not now. Not with the three of them circling me like wolves. Later that day, Victoria found me alone in the living room. She sat beside me, too close, the smugness radiating from her like perfume. “You look tired,” she said sweetly. “Is married life already dragging you down?” I bit my tongue. She leaned in, voice dripping venom. “Or maybe Lewis is getting bored of you. He always said you were the… dull one.” My palms trembled. “And honestly?” she whispered. “You never deserved him. Or anything you have.” Something inside me snapped. “Shut up,” I said through clenched teeth. Victoria smiled slowly, like she’d been waiting for this. “Make me.” She shoved my shoulder — a weak, childish push meant to provoke — but I shoved her back. Harder. She staggered, let out a dramatic shriek, and intentionally crashed into a side table. The porcelain vase toppled and shattered into glittering shards. Right on cue, Lewis stormed in. “What happened?” he demanded, eyes darting between us. Victoria ran straight into his arms, trembling like an abused kitten. “She pushed me!” she cried. I stepped forward, heat flooding my face. “She started it—” Lewis lifted his hand sharply — the gesture alone enough to cut my voice off. His eyes were glacial. “Nadine, what is wrong with you?” Wrong… with me? Victoria sniffed loudly and buried her face into his chest. “I think she hates me,” she whimpered. “Ever since my parents died and hers adopted me… she’s never liked me. She always bullied me. I tried so hard to be her sister, but she—she never wanted me.” My jaw dropped. That was a lie. I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Victoria pressed on, voice breaking at all the right places. “I didn’t do anything wrong. I just wanted to be part of the family. Maybe she thinks I stole her parents’ love… but I never tried to. I just… I just want to belong.” Lewis tightened his hold on her, protectiveness flaring in his eyes. Not for me. Never for me. “Victoria,” he murmured, brushing her hair. “It’s okay. I’ll protect you.” I stared at them, speechless. My pulse pounded like it was trying to rip out of my skin. “That’s not what happened,” I managed to whisper. “I never—” Lewis turned to me with a look that could slice flesh. “She’s pregnant,” he snapped before I could finish. “You should calm down. What if something happened to the baby? If anything happens to the baby, that’s on you.” Victoria hid behind him, peeking over his shoulder with a look of victory so thinly veiled it made nausea crawl up my throat. Lewis continued, voice filled with manufactured disappointment. “You should apologize. Victoria didn’t deserve that.” Victoria clutched his arm. “It’s okay, Lewis… don’t blame her. She’s probably stressed. I know she doesn’t like me. I understand. Let’s just go.” They left. I walked to the bedroom on shaking legs and started shoving my clothes into a suitcase. I didn’t care if they heard. I didn’t care if they stopped me. They destroyed me. But I’d be damned if I stayed here long enough for them to finish the job. I left the house without a word. At the first red light, I froze. A massive billboard towered above me — the face of Isaac Halt staring down, sharp jaw, cold blue eyes, confidence radiating from every angle. Lewis’s enemy. Maxon’s rival. The man the twins hated more than anyone. And suddenly, a smile curled on my lips. Maybe I didn’t have to run. Maybe I could fight. Fifteen minutes later, I strode into Halt Corporation’s marble lobby, hair messy, eyes swollen, emotions burning like wildfire. The receptionist blinked. “Ma’am, do you have an appointment—” “No,” I said, lifting my chin. “But tell Isaac Halt that Nadine Colton wants to see him. Now.” They must’ve recognized my last name, after all Colton’s a rival family, because panic flashed across the receptionist’s face before she scrambled to the phone. Minutes later, Isaac appeared — tall, severe, intimidating. His gaze swept over me, taking in everything. He frowned. “And what’s my rival’s wife doing in my company? Did he send—” “I need a husband,” I said. His jaw tightened. “Excuse me?” I met his eyes dead-on. “Can you marry me?”

Isaac stared at me like I’d just told him the sky was green. Then he laughed. “Let me get this straight,” he said, leaning back in his leather chair. “You barged into my building without an appointment, demanded to see me, ignored my secretary, and now you’re asking me to marry you.” “Yes,” I said, lifting my chin. He blinked once. Twice. “You’re still married, Nadine.” “Not really.” I slid a thick envelope across his desk. “I already filed for divorce.” His brows rose. “You filed this fast?” “My mother helped,” I said simply. “So yes. I’m free. And you—” I looked him straight in the eye “—you can marry me now.” His lips curved. Not kindly. Not mockingly. More like someone fascinated by a fire spreading across a field. “Why me?” Because Lewis once told me to stay away from Isaac Halt. Because Lewis hated him. Because Isaac was the one man Lewis never beat, never intimidated, never matched. Because Isaac is everything Lewis pretends to be. But I didn’t say that. Instead, I said, “I heard you were looking for a wife.” That got his attention. A slow, assessing look swept over me. “And what exactly,” he asked, voice dropping, “do you think you can offer me?” “Everything.” Isaac’s brows arched slightly. “I’ll do anything you want,” I said. “Anything you need. Just—” I swallowed hard “—marry me.” He pressed his fingers together. “I want a child.” My heart paused. “My father has been demanding one,” he continued, tone cool. “An heir. That’s the only deal I’m offering. Marriage in exchange for a child. Everything else in the contract is negotiable. But that part isn’t.” My pulse throbbed in my ears. I placed a hand over my stomach, feeling the fragile flutter of life inside me. “Good,” I whispered. “Perfect timing, actually. I’m pregnant.” For the first time since I walked in, shock flickered across his face. “I was supposed to abort this baby,” I said quietly, “because he isn’t safe with the man I married. But… I won’t. The baby is innocent. And if you need an heir—then we can use this.” The silence that followed was heavy, intense, cutting. “Okay,” he said. “Let’s get married. When?” “Tomorrow,” I said without hesitation. “A shotgun wedding.” I turned and walked out of his office, feeling his eyes on my back until the elevator doors closed. The hotel room felt too large, too quiet, too painfully safe after the house I’d escaped. My mother sent the finalized divorce papers. I signed them immediately. I spent the afternoon gathering evidence—speaking to people who owed me favors, employees who had seen too much, friends of the family who remembered what “really” happened the night Maxon allegedly died, why Victoria left, and every rumor they tried to bury. By evening, I had what I needed. All of it would be sent to Grandma Madeline on her birthday during her celebration in front of every powerful business partner, friend, board member, and socialite she’d ever invited. Let them taste humiliation. Let them feel the ruin they crafted for me. My phone rang. Maxon still pretending Lewis. I let it ring until it went to voicemail. “Where are you?” he asked immediately, voice strained. “You disappeared. You didn’t come home. I’ve been calling—” “I just… needed air,” I said softly. “Needed space.” A beat of silence. “Was it because of Victoria?” he asked, voice gentler. “I’m sorry. I should’ve been there. I didn’t know she would—” “It’s fine,” I lied. “I’m okay. I just needed a night away.” “You’ll come back tomorrow?” he asked, sounding relieved. “Yes,” I whispered. “Tomorrow.” “Okay,” he said warmly. “Take whatever rest you need. We also have to prepare for Grandma’s birthday.” I closed my eyes. We said goodbye, and I dropped the phone onto the bed, my hands trembling. The next day, I stood in my wedding dress. I glanced at the man beside me—a stranger, someone I had known for less than a week—but a strange calm settled in my chest. “I do,” I whispered, the words barely a breath. He echoed them without hesitation. The ceremony lasted barely fifteen minutes. No flowers, no family, no celebration—just a piece of paper binding me to a man who didn’t pretend to love me, didn’t use me, didn’t destroy me. A clean slate, sealed with ink. Days blurred together after that. I moved through the house like nothing had changed. I smiled when spoken to. I laughed when expected. I joined breakfasts, dinners, and little conversations in between. Maxon stayed mostly gentle and warm, checking on me like I was fragile glass. Lewis and Victoria floated around like a guilty secret trying too hard to seem innocent. Then came Grandma Madeline’s birthday. A day big enough. Formal enough. Public enough. Perfect. In the morning, I approached Maxon with a soft smile. “You go ahead,” I told him. “I’ll bring Mom with me. She needs extra time to get ready.” His face lit with relief and affection. “Okay. I’ll save you a seat next to me.” “Please do.” He kissed my forehead—warm, trusting, undeserved—and left without a shred of suspicion. The moment he was gone, my entire posture shifted. My breath steadied. My eyes sharpened. This was it. I slipped out the back entrance with a single suitcase, and left a message to my butler to send the gift to Madeline. When I arrived at the private hangar, Isaac was already there. He leaned casually against the stairs of the jet, hands tucked in his pockets, looking like trouble and salvation wrapped into one. “You’re right on time,” he said with a faint smirk. “For once,” I answered. My voice no longer trembled. He offered his hand. I took it. The plane door shut behind us with a soft thud—like the closing of a chapter I would never revisit. As the engines hummed to life, I gazed out the window. The city stretched below me, familiar and cruel, then slowly began to shrink as the jet ascended. I pressed a hand to my stomach—steady, certain. At the party, everything would unfold exactly as planned. The truth in that gift box would carve through their lies like glass. Grandma Madeline would know what they’d done. Everyone would. And by the time the murmurs spread across the ballroom—by the time faces turned, shocked and whispering— they would also know one more thing: I wasn’t theirs to break anymore. I had married Isaac Holt. And the moment my name was announced… their entire world would burn.

“Remember,” he said under his breath, voice calm but edged with warning. “We play the role. No cracks. No hesitation.” Maxon paused just outside the ballroom doors, the low hum of conversation and clinking glasses leaking through the polished wood. He adjusted his cufflinks once—slow, deliberate—then turned to Victoria. Victoria crossed her arms, jaw tightening. “I am trying, okay?” she hissed back. “But you’re not Lewis.” Maxon’s eyes flicked to the doors, then back to her. “Not here. Not now.” Her laugh was brittle. “And when does this stop? When do we stop pretending?” Her voice dropped, frustration spilling through. “I didn’t sign up to play house with a ghost. I want this to end, Maxon. I want to be with Lewis as soon as possible, so we better end this.” He held her gaze, unreadable. “It ends when it has to.” A beat of silence stretched between them. Then Maxon straightened, the mask sliding back into place—composed, distant, controlled. “Smile,” he said quietly. “They’re watching.” Victoria exhaled sharply, then forced her expression into something soft, affectionate. She slipped her arm through his, fingers curling possessively as if it were natural—real. Inside, though, her thoughts were anything but calm. She was already searching the room for Lewis, instinctively, desperately, as if he might appear and make sense of the mess they’d created. She hated the waiting, the pretending, the way this charade refused to end. She wanted it over—wanted her life back, wanted clarity instead of lies layered over lies. And more than anything, she couldn’t wait for Nadine to be gone from their lives entirely, erased like an inconvenient chapter. Then, she told herself, everything would finally fall into place. The doors opened. The ballroom of the Madeline Estate glimmered beneath crystal chandeliers, every surface polished to perfection for the matriarch’s birthday. Old money, old power, old bloodlines—everything Madeline stood for was on full display. Madeline approached them slowly, her sharp eyes never leaving his face. Age had silvered her hair, but nothing dulled her instincts. She studied him the way she always had—like a chessboard she’d memorized decades ago. “So,” Madeline said at last, her cane tapping lightly against the marble floor. “You’re really back.” Maxon inclined his head respectfully. “Yes, Grandma.” “And your memories?” she pressed. “You told me on the phone you remembered nothing.” He exhaled, as if the subject still weighed on him. “The accident damaged most of them. I woke up confused. Disoriented. If it weren’t for Victoria…” He glanced at the woman beside him. “I wouldn’t have survived. She saved me. Took care of me.” Victoria straightened immediately, eyes shining. “I did what anyone would’ve done,” she said softly. “I couldn’t leave him alone.” Madeline’s gaze shifted to Victoria—slow, assessing, unkind. “Are you sure about this?” Madeline asked bluntly. “About her, Maxon.” Victoria stiffened. Madeline didn’t stop. “I won’t lie. I don’t think she’s the right woman for you. I’m sorry, Victoria, but I’ve always imagined my grandson with someone like Nadine.” The name landed heavily. Maxon’s fingers twitched at his side. Speaking of Nadine… Madeline turned, scanning the ballroom. “Where is she?” A pause followed. An uncomfortable one. “She isn’t here yet,” Victoria said quickly, forcing a smile. “Maybe she’s just late.” Madeline cut her a sharp look. “Nadine is never late.” Victoria’s smile faltered. Inside, irritation boiled. Why is it always Nadine? she thought bitterly. Why her and not me? Madeline turned away from her and pulled out her phone. “Lewis,” she snapped into the call. “Where is your wife?” Lewis arrived moments later, breath slightly uneven. “I’ve been calling her, Grandma. She hasn’t answered yet.” Madeline’s eyes narrowed. “Did you hurt her?” “What? No!” Lewis said immediately. “We didn’t fight. Everything was fine.” “Then why isn’t she here?” Madeline demanded. “On my birthday. After everything I’ve done for her?” Before Lewis could answer, footsteps echoed behind them. The butler approached, holding an ornate gift box. “A delivery for you, Madam,” he said. “From Ms. Nadine.” Madeline’s expression softened—for half a second. “At least she remembered.” She accepted the box, her fingers deft as she opened it in front of everyone. The room seemed to hold its breath. Inside were documents, photos, printed messages, medical records, bank transfers, and a neatly typed letter resting on top. Madeline’s eyes scanned the contents once, then twice, each line carving deeper into her expression. The color drained from her face, shock giving way to something far more dangerous—understanding. Her hands began to shake, not with weakness, but with fury barely contained. Slowly, deliberately, she looked up, her gaze moving from the twins to Lewis, then to Maxon, and finally to Victoria, her eyes sharp, wounded, and burning with betrayal that cut through the ballroom like a blade. “You…” she whispered. Then— SLAP. The sound echoed across the ballroom. Lewis staggered back, stunned. SLAP. Maxon’s head snapped to the side. “You traitors,” Madeline hissed, fury blazing through her veins. “You switched identities. You lied to everyone. You destroyed that girl.” She turned to Lewis, her eyes burning. “You hurt Nadine. You cheated. You poisoned her body with lies—and now she’s divorced you!” Lewis’s mouth fell open. “Divorced?” Madeline laughed bitterly. “From this moment on, both of you are no longer my grandsons.” The room erupted in gasps. Maxon blinked, stunned. “What… what do you mean she left?” Madeline’s voice was ice. “Where else would she go? She left both of you.” Before anyone could react, another butler rushed in, holding a tablet. “Madam,” he said urgently. “This just broke.” The screen displayed a headline in bold letters: BUSINESS TYCOON ISAAC HOLT MARRIES IN SECRET CEREMONY Beneath it— A photo.