“You ruined everything!” he spat.

“I ruined everything?” I laughed bitterly. “You married another woman while still being married to me!”

“I’m not your husband!” he shouted.

Before I could argue, I dialed David’s number. It rang—and then I heard his voice.

“Yes, dear. Is everything okay?”

My blood ran cold. I turned to the man in front of me, my mind spinning. If David was answering… who was this?

Thirty minutes later, my real husband arrived. When he and Richard stood face to face, the truth hit us all at once. They were identical. Twins.

As it turned out, they had been separated at birth, adopted by different families. Neither had known about the other.

Richard sighed. “Well, if I were in your shoes, I would’ve done the same.”

Kira, however, was still heartbroken. We rushed to her hotel, trying to explain. At first, she wouldn’t listen, but when she finally saw the two men standing side by side, her eyes widened.

“How is this possible?” she whispered.

“We were separated in the orphanage,” Richard explained.

For a moment, she just stared. Then, without a word, she shut the window. Our hearts sank.

“See? She’ll never forgive me,” Richard muttered.

But then, the hotel door burst open. Kira ran out, tears streaming, and threw herself into Richard’s arms.

David pulled me close, his eyes full of love. “I think after seven years of marriage, it’s nice to know you’d still fight for me.”

I laughed, kissing him. In the end, my husband gained a brother, and I gained a friend I never knew I needed.