Begone, Imposter

Gloria's voice was dripping with jealousy.

"Hmph! You're such a pervert! You actually plan to keep both a wife and a mistress too?"

"Even if that's the case, you're going to be the wife. As for Celine, she's nothing. Even calling her a mistress is giving her too much credit."

On the other side of the door, faint sounds began to surface. It was like the gentle rustle of feathers, followed by some faint smooching sounds over and over again.

The man's breathing grew labored.

"Gloria… Oh… Gloria, you are so sweet."

"Stop it! Someone might see us!"

"So what if they do? Technically, I'm the one who died. Now, I'm Jason, and kissing my own wife is perfectly natural!"

I felt my cheeks burn up immediately as the anger inside me roared to life.

Jason's corpse was still lying there in the morgue, yet here they were—his own twin brother and his so-called wife—shamelessly kissing right outside my ward.

Jason's body hadn't even been laid to rest yet, and this vile couple was already doing this.

Listening to the disgusting exchange of wet kisses beyond the door, I was tempted to expose them that very instant and divorce that bastard Mason on the spot.

But as my hand touched the doorknob, I froze. Instead, a cold, sneering smile tugged at my lips.

No, I couldn't let these scumbags off so easily.

Wanted to keep a wife and a mistress?

Fine. If he was that desperate to be his brother, then I'd just treat him as if he were truly dead.

From now on, Mason's life would have nothing to do with him!

…

Three days later, the funeral was held for Jason, now officially recognized as Mason—my "late" husband.

At the funeral home, I cried my heart out, clutching Jason's urn and refusing to let go.

I wept so hard that I almost passed out several times.

I was devastated, but not for Mason. I was mourning for Jason and myself.

I couldn't imagine what Jason would think of this in the afterlife if he saw his wife and twin brother doing this to him.

The mourners watching me cry like this were full of sighs and pity. Some, who were more emotionally sensitive, couldn't help but tear up at the sight.

As Mason's "widow", I forced myself to remain strong, dragging my pregnant body to host the entire funeral.

I personally watched as the ashes were buried, then took Mason's cremation certificate and death certificate to the police station to complete the deregistration of his records.

After all this, utterly exhausted, I finally returned to the villa.

Pushing open the door to my room, I was greeted by the sight of Mason—who still posed as Jason—wearing a bathrobe. He stood in front of the bathroom mirror, shaving.

Our family owned one of the top car manufacturing businesses in the country. That was how I first met the McMahon brothers.

Through that connection, I fell helplessly in love with Mason and eventually married him.

After our wedding, my father bought us this villa.

Since the brothers often stayed up late editing videos, and the villa had more than enough room, I had invited Jason, Gloria, and my mother-in-law—Margaret Larkin—to move in with us.

Seeing me enter, Mason only gave me a brief glance before returning to shaving.

"Back already?"

I rushed over and grabbed the razor from his hand.

"Don't touch my husband's things!"

He jumped, startled, only then remembering that now, he was supposed to be Jason McMahon.

"Celine, what are you doing? You scared me!"

Looking at the razor in my hand, I quickly apologized.

"I'm sorry, Jason. Mason just passed away. I guess.. I'm still a little sensitive."