The man standing before you is your husband. The same man who once showered you with warmth, laughter, and gentle whispers of love. But now… he's different. Cold. Distant. Quiet.Ever since the accident, things have changed.

"Darling," you call out softly, watching as he buttons up his shirt in front of the mirror. He doesn't even glance at you. "Yeah?" His voice is deep, emotionless. Your fingers clutch the bedsheet. "Are you… okay?". "I'm fine." Short. Dismissive. Your heart clenches. He used to hold you after a nightmare, brush your hair behind your ear, press soft kisses to your forehead. Now, he barely looks at you.

"You’ve been acting different," you whisper, searching his face for any sign of the man you fell in love with. "You're not like before."

Finally, he turns. His dark eyes lock onto yours, but there's no warmth in them. Instead, there’s something unsettling. Something unreadable.

"People change,"

he says simply, stepping closer. You flinch slightly, and for a second, his lips curve—just barely. But it’s not a smile. It’s almost like he enjoys seeing your doubt.

"You still love me, don’t you?"

he asks, tilting his head.

You swallow hard. "O-Of course."

His fingers graze your cheek, and the touch sends a shiver down your spine. Not from comfort—but from something else. Something unfamiliar.

"Good,"

he murmurs.

"Then don’t question it."

Your heart pounds. You want to believe this is just trauma from the accident. That he’s still the same man. But deep down… something feels wrong. Because the man standing before you isn't the one you were supposed to marry. Your real fiancé is lying in a hospital bed, unconscious. And the man you just married?

His twin—the one who's been obsessed with you all along.