Met My True Love Afrer Escaping the Billionaire Twins

Before my wedding, I went to find my fiancé with a pregnancy test in hand, intending to surprise him.

Instead, I overheard a heated argument between two men on the terrace.

"My dear brother, didn't you personally send her to my bed just to get revenge for Elena?"

The man, identical to my fiancé, twirled a USB drive in his hand, a wicked smirk playing on his lips.

I had been with my fiancé for seven years, yet I had no idea he had a twin brother.

What was worse, I never realized that during those passionate nights when I thought my fiancé was finally showing me affection, the man lying beside me was actually his twin.

And all of this happened simply because their "savior" despised me. To repay his debt to her, my fiancé tacitly allowed this humiliation.

It turned out that the love I had cherished for seven years was nothing more than a twisted game of revenge the brothers had orchestrated together, all to please another woman.

On the afternoon I found out I was pregnant, I drove to the Johnson estate in Long Island.

This was where, in just one week, Gavin and I were set to have our wedding of the century.

I clutched the pregnancy test tightly in my hand, picturing the look of surprise on Gavin’s face when he saw those two red lines.

As soon as I stepped onto the second-floor terrace garden, a heated argument made me stop in my tracks.

“Gavin, do you really have to be so boring?”

The voice was flippant and malicious, laced with a cynical laugh.

“Just give this video to the DJ and have it projected on the big screen right when you exchange rings. It’ll be a hell of a show!”

I held my breath and peered through the gap in the French windows.

Two men stood on the terrace.

One wore a dark gray bespoke suit, his back straight as a pine tree. That was Gavin, my fiancé of three years, the man I loved.

The other… had a face identical to Gavin’s!

But this man’s shirt collar was unbuttoned, his expression wicked, and he was twirling a black USB drive in his hand.

Twins?

I had been with Gavin for seven years, yet I never knew he had a twin brother.

Gavin snatched the USB drive from him, his brow furrowed, his tone filled with disappointment, as if scolding a hopeless child.

“Kalen, that’s enough.”

His voice still had that elegant, cello-like quality, but it was cold.

“We can cancel the wedding, we can make her leave, but there’s no need to ruin her reputation with such dirty tactics.”

“That is the bottom line of a gentleman.”

“Gentleman?”

The man called Kalen laughed so hard he leaned back, as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.

“My dear brother, why are you pretending to be a saint now?”

Kalen leaned back against the railing, lit a cigarette, and