Chapter 1

My husband loved me deeply.

Until one night before bed, I didn't drink the milk he gave me.

That night, someone climbed into bed. A familiar scent pressed against my back, but his hands were more urgent than usual.

I pretended to be asleep, then heard an argument: "The baby your wife is carrying is mine!"

I quietly opened my eyes. In the darkness, two identical faces appeared before me!

One was my husband. But who was the other?!

After getting pregnant, I suddenly discovered I had two identical husbands. Every night, they gave me a glass of milk laced with sleeping pills. Then they took turns appearing in my bed.

I held my breath, hiding behind the bedroom door, trying to eavesdrop.

But I accidentally knocked over a cup, alerting them.

"Who's there?"

Not daring to imagine the consequences of being discovered, I quickly fled to bed and pretended to be asleep.

The door opened.

I could feel two people scrutinizing me with penetrating gazes.

"Maya?"

After what felt like forever, the bed suddenly dipped. A tall figure pressed against my back, intimately whispering my name in my ear.

The other person moved closer from the front, sandwiching me between them.

They wrapped their arms around my waist, fingers tracing over my clothes, stroking every zone they knew so well, over and over again.

Utterly shameless.

I forced myself to suppress the trembling, holding back any sound from my throat, not even daring to move my eyes.

Just then, my nightgown was lifted.

My inner thigh felt cold.

A burning hot palm slid upward along the inside.

Fingertips stopped at the most dangerous edge.

Circling gently, but never quite touching.

I was terrified.

Was this what they did to me every night after drugging me?

I was on the verge of breaking down.

Then one hand pressed down on the wandering hand: "Stop it. With this dose, she won't wake up." Immediately after, that hoarse voice threatened, "Cole, I'm warning you, stop drugging her! She's carrying my son!"

"Your son? How can someone with dead sperm have a son? I'm the real father here. If I don't feel sorry for her, why should you?"

Cole coldly grabbed Derek's hand back: "Derek, don't tell me you're catching feelings? Don't forget, you promised me that after she gives birth, you'd make her donate her kidney to me!"

Hearing Cole's words, Derek immediately softened his tone, coaxing: "What are you talking about? You know I only married her to find you a kidney."

Lying in bed, I felt like I'd fallen into an ice cave!

My husband of two years, who had always been so loving, had only seen me as a breeding tool and a walking kidney donor.

But my mother-in-law Margaret had never mentioned that Derek was a twin. What was their relationship exactly?

Did Margaret, who had always doted on me even more than on Derek, know about all this?