The Man I Slept With for Years Was His Twin Brother

I'd spent three years in Ethan Blackwood's bed, only to discover the man I clung to every night wasn't him.

It was his brother.

The day I saw the positive pregnancy test, I overheard Ethan and his twin, Lucas Blackwood, laughing in the gallery's private lounge.

"Had your fill of her yet? Time to switch back."

Lucas' voice was lazy.

"No rush. I'm still enjoying myself. You think she'd lose it if she knew it wasn't you she's been sleeping with?"

Ethan's words were sharp with alcohol.

"She won't leave. Just don't get her pregnant."

I didn't react. As always, I stayed soft, affectionate—the perfect lover to "Ethan."

But I quietly booked the abortion clinic and a one - way ticket to Norway.

When Ethan cornered me outside the operating room, he grabbed Lucas by the throat and snarled, "Who told you to touch her?"

The storm raged the day I found out.

Rain lashed my skin as I ran to the gallery Ethan frequented, my hair plastered to my face, fingers numb.

Just as I reached for the door, his cold voice sliced through the crack. "Had enough of her? It's your turn now."

Lucas chuckled. "Patience. I'm not done."

Ethan's tone darkened. "You didn't break the rules, did you?"

A pause. Then Lucas' voice, light as air. "Of course not."

A beat. "But if I had... you wouldn't care, would you, Ethan?"

Silence. Then—"I'd just find it disgusting."

Laughter erupted inside.

"Seriously, Lucas? Even your brother's mistress caught your eye?"

"With a body like Isabella's? Who wouldn't be tempted? That waist—"

"Only Ethan could stay so cold with her right beside him."

Sophia Kensington—Ethan's childhood friend, society's darling—giggled. "Honestly, the way you talk about her... like she's public transport. Just hop on?" Her voice dripped sugar and venom.

More laughter.

I knew her. Sophia—the one Ethan kept closest, the one he'd never deny.

"Whose idea was this, anyway?" someone asked.

Sophia lifted her chin. "Mine, obviously. That fool Isabella would never guess Ethan had a twin."

She smirked. "You're welcome. Without me, you'd miss the show."

Ethan chuckled, indulgent. "Always the clever one."

"Rumor says you're engaged to Isabella next week," another voice cut in. "True?"

Ethan's reply was casual. "She wants the title. I'm humoring her."

Sophia's eyes gleamed. "Wait till the engagement. Tell her straight to her face—every dinner, every movie, every night... was it you or Lucas? I want to see her face when she realizes."