I woke up on my wedding day feeling like the luckiest man alive. The sunlight streamed through the curtains of my apartment. I couldn't wait to see her—my future wife, the love of my life.

But nothing ever goes as planned, does it?

The first sign something was wrong came when I called her to check in. No answer. I convinced myself not to overthink it. But then, my best man, Max, barged in, pale as a ghost.

“She’s gone,” he blurted out.

“What do you mean, gone?” I asked, my stomach dropping.

Max handed me a crumpled note. The handwriting was unmistakable—my brother.
“If you want her back, meet me at the pier. Alone.”

I didn’t have time to question it. The clock was ticking, and I wasn’t about to lose her. I raced to the pier.

And there he was. It was like staring into a mirror. My twin—an evil, twisted version of me. He was holding her. She looked terrified.

“You look surprised, brother,” he sneered.

“What do you want?” I shouted, my fists clenched.

He chuckled, circling me like a predator. “To ruin you. Everything you have should’ve been mine.”

“What the fuck?!”

“Let’s make this fun. A race. Winner takes all” he pulled her closer.

A race? On my wedding day? The insanity of it made my blood boil, but I knew I had no choice. If I wanted her back, I had to beat him.

We climbed into identical cars waiting nearby. The starting light flashed green, and we were off. It was chaos, my twin driving like he had nothing to lose and she was sitting next to him. But I couldn’t let fear control me. This was for her. For us. On the final straight, I saw my chance. I timed it perfectly, overtaking him at the last second. The finish line came with a screech of tires and a burst of relief. I leapt out of the car, running to her as my twin fumed in defeat.

“It’s over” I said, pulling her close.

“Not quite” he growled, but before he could do anything, security—alerted by Max—arrived and dragged him away.

I held her tighter, my heart finally steadying. “I’m sorry” I whispered.