My Husband Sent His Twin to My Bed, and I Made Him King
On my wedding night, I discovered the man in my bed wasn't my husband. It was his twin brother—the one the family had exiled. In my previous life, I exposed them in a rage. My cheating husband came back, smashed my head open, and threw me into the ocean to be fed to the sharks. But this time, reborn with a second chance, I cupped the face of the man in front of me—the face identical to my husband's—and slowly untied my wedding dress. "Since he personally delivered you to my bed, then from now on... you're the husband." This time, I'm going to raise up the loyal stand-in, and take everything from that bastard.
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