His Twin’s Lips Tasted Like Deja Vu

My boyfriend’s obsession was to have a kid, but he was infertile—so he tricked his identical twin into getting me pregnant.

I gave myself completely to Rocco that night, fully aware he wasn’t Renzo.

The next morning, I complimented my real boyfriend.

“Babe, you were amazing last night. I’ve never felt that satisfied before!”

His face went completely drained of color like I’d slapped him.

Behind that frozen expression, I saw it—that flicker of something. Guilt? Fear? Jealousy?

“Who do you like better? Your boyfriend in bed last night, or the one making you breakfast right now?”