Begone, Imposter

My husband and his twin brother get into an accident during a test drive. To protect his older brother, my husband is thrown from the car and dies on the spot.

Hearing the news of his death, I, four months pregnant, collapse in tears outside the hospital morgue.

When I come to, I overhear my sister-in-law, Gloria Quinn’s voice outside the door. "Mason, are you sure Celine won't find out about this?"

Mason? Isn't that my husband, who died in the crash?

A familiar male voice replies, "Gloria, you're the one I truly love. If I hadn't mistaken Celine for you that drunken night, I'd never have let you end up with Jason. Celine loves me so much and is carrying my child.

"If I take on Jason's identity and look after her, I swear she'll never leave me. Then, all her family's money will be ours."

I smirk coldly as I listen to their conversation. He cheats on me, yet expects me to keep his child?

Since he's already "dead", he's lost everything.

Jason and Mason McMahon were a pair of twins. Not only were they hard to tell apart by appearance, but even their voices were almost identical.

The brothers were both automotive review bloggers.

Leveraging their twin gimmick along with their professional vehicle evaluation skills, they managed to gather a considerable following.

They often conducted vehicle tests in closed environments, and until now, there had never been an accident.

No one had expected that during this latest test, a mishandling would land them into a catastrophic vehicle rollover.

In the chaos, my husband, in an attempt to protect his brother, was thrown from the car by the intense centrifugal force and died instantly.

At that time, I was already four months pregnant.

Upon hearing the news of my husband's death, it felt like my world had come to an end.

Supported by my mother-in-law and sister-in-law, I forced myself to the hospital.

But the moment I saw my husband's mangled, broken body in the morgue, I could no longer suppress the grief inside me.

I broke down and cried my heart out until I passed out right there at the entrance.

When I regained consciousness, I found myself lying in a hospital ward.

Tears slid from the corners of my eyes.

Swallowing the overwhelming sadness, I decided to personally take care of my husband's funeral arrangements.

However, just as I reached to open the door, my hand froze halfway.

From outside, I heard my sister-in-law, Gloria Quinn's voice.

"Mason, what you're doing is way too risky. What if Celine finds out?"

The moment I heard that name, my heart skipped a beat. I couldn't help but recall the scene of that wrecked corpse in the morgue.

My body instantly broke into goosebumps, and a shiver ran down my spine.

Mason? Wasn't that the name of my husband, who had just died in the accident?

The next second, a familiar voice rang out.

"Gloria, I really can't help myself. I can't stand watching you and my brother being all lovey-dovey, sharing a bed. I'm the one who loves you most. You should've married me, not him!

"If it weren't for that night when I got drunk, I wouldn't have mistaken Celine for you and ended up sleeping with her. I wouldn't have let my brother swoop in and make you his wife.

"Don't worry. Celine loves me more than life itself. Plus, she's now pregnant with my child. Even if it's just to secure my lineage, she would willingly stay in this family.

"Later, I'll get closer to her using my brother's name and take good care of her. I'll make sure that the poor widow with a child won't be able to live without me.

"You've always been afraid of the pain of childbirth, right? Well, now we can use her to give us a child instead. And later on… All her family's money will be ours too."