Chapter 3

During dinner, both Clara and Emma noticed something was wrong with me.

Right after we finished eating, she came to the bedroom, holding my arm and looking at me.

"Is someone causing you trouble?"

"Clara, what would you do if you had to change husbands one day?"

The smile on that docile, honest face cracked inch by inch.

"You want to divorce me?!"

I cupped her face.

"Why are you panicking? I'm just curious."

"Never!"

She said through gritted teeth.

It was rare for her to be this assertive with me.

"If you leave, I'll stay single with Emma for the rest of my life.

"If you die, I'll raise Emma until she's eighteen and then come find you!"

I quickly covered her mouth.

I didn't like hearing her say unlucky things.

"What if-I'm saying what if.

"What if one day, someone who looks exactly like me came to replace me? Would that be okay?"

My brother and I had competed with each other since childhood, and we never made a point of introducing our partners to each other.

Clara didn't know he had a twin brother.

"Honey."

She gripped my hand.

"What kind of partner lives with someone for ten years and then doesn't care when an identical face shows up?

"That would only mean they don't love enough.

"And in this world, no one loves you more than I do."

I forced down the corners of my mouth that wanted to turn up.

"You're being cheesy."

She didn't mind.

She kissed my lips, then turned to heat up milk for me.

This was how we had spent our days together over the years.

Even in the beginning, when my mockery hurt her the most, she would endure the grievance and heat milk for me.

I don't know from which day I started hoping I could drink the milk she heated for me for the rest of my life.

Maybe feeling guilty, Clara publicly gifted me an entire building the next day.

The ribbon-cutting ceremony set New York abuzz.

She publicly announced that I would be her only husband for life.

That evening, I rushed to the banquet venue.

But I found a familiar figure already there, wearing the exact same suit as me, chatting and laughing with the very elites who knew me.