My Boyfriend Swapped Me With His Twin

For six months, I lived in complete darkness. Then, just like that, my sight came back.

But the man I'd been sharing my life with… wasn't who I thought he was.

My body went stiff as I overheard his voice from outside our bedroom door. He was on the phone.

"Ethan, even if you hated Sarah, six months of her sleeping with a stranger is punishment enough. Especially since her blindness was your fault to begin with."

My boyfriend's reply was cold, almost bored. "She's the one who insisted on saving me. I only stayed with her because she looks like Vivian."

"Now I'm marrying Vivian. You take Sarah. You're twins—a blind girl wouldn't know the difference anyway."

I started shaking. A cold dread washed over me.

Everything I thought was real… was a lie.

"Ethan, Sarah's pregnant. It's your child. Don't you think you should see her?"

He didn't even hesitate. "You're my brother. The kid will carry the Carter name regardless. He can call you Dad. Same difference."

The man on the other end—Andrew—sounded frustrated. "That's not right, Ethan. Sarah's actually happy about the baby. You're the father."

Ethan's voice turned icy. "Drop it, Andrew. The only woman for me is Vivian. If Sarah hadn't clung to me, Vivian never would've left the country. You know how she is—she hates sharing. Sleeping with a different guy every night was my punishment to her."

There was a pause. "Fine. I'll come by later to pick up my birth certificate. Don't tell anyone about me and Vivian getting married."

I lay in bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, biting my lip hard to keep from making a sound. All the joy I'd felt since losing my sight… it was all an illusion.

I'd just found out I was pregnant today. "Ethan" had seemed over the moon.

But now I knew—it wasn't Ethan who was happy.

He felt no remorse for what happened to me.

He'd swapped places with his own brother just to punish me for loving him—all for his precious Vivian.

For half a year, I'd lived with a stranger. I tried so hard to make him happy.

Tears spilled from my eyes. I couldn't hold back the quiet sobs.

Hearing me cry, the man rushed into the room, concern written all over his face.

"Sarah, you're awake? You should be resting."

I didn't answer. I just cried.

He looked almost identical to Ethan. His voice was soft, gentle—but now that I listened closely, I could hear the slight differences. He'd been mimicking him.

"Why are you crying? Bad dream?"

He pulled me into his arms like he always did. I should've known.

The real Ethan was distant, cold. He wouldn't have changed overnight just because I went blind.

The worry on this man's face seemed so real. It only made my heart break more.

"Yes," I whispered. "I dreamed you were lying to me."

He went still for a second. Then he brushed my hair gently. "I would never lie to you, Sarah. You're emotional because of the pregnancy. I'll always be here."

"What if… I never see again?"

His answer came a little too quickly. "Then I'll stay with you. Forever."

I could almost hear the hope in his voice.

Tears rolled down my cheeks silently.

"Ethan… do you really love me? Lately, you feel… different."

He froze. Guilt flashed across his face. "Have I ever lied to you, Sarah?"

His phone buzzed. He glanced at it, and his expression shifted.

"Alright, sweetheart, don't overthink it. I'll go warm some milk for you."