The Week He Pretended To Be The Husband

After my sister lost her husband, our family arranged a new marriage for her.

This arrangement was meant to solidify the alliance with the Castellanov family.

As it turned out, the chosen groom was Nicola. He was the twin brother of my husband, Matteo.

On the night we learned the news, both Matteo and I could not sleep at all.

Early the next morning, I heard Matteo call Nicola in the study room.

“Nicola, I really don’t want to spend my whole life missing my chance with her. Please. Do this one thing for me. Don’t worry. Lina is clueless. She’ll never find out that you’re pretending to be me.

“Elena never met you. Even if I pretend to be you for a few days, she won’t notice either. Please, let’s swap places for one week. Just one week. I just don’t want to live with any regrets.”

He begged for a long time before Nicola finally agreed to switch identities with him.

Matteo was relieved. I was relieved as well.

What Matteo never knew was that I, too, had been hiding a secret of my own.

My twin sister Elena’s husband died for the family.

On the day Elena became a widow, the Moretti family decided over just fifteen minutes that she would again marry for the family’s sake.

The man Elena was to marry this time was Nicola, the twin brother of my husband, Matteo.

I heard that he had been doing dangerous work for his family and had only recently returned to the country.

The marriage was still just a verbal agreement. Elena had not yet met Nicola.

I was sitting on the couch in the bedroom reading a book when I learned about this news. Matteo was standing right behind me.

After a long silence, he asked, “Will... Elena agree to this arranged marriage?”

I replied without looking at him, “Yes.”

He then asked, “So, are you going to see her?”

I nodded. “Yes, I’ll see her later.”

Upon hearing my words, Matteo seemed a little disappointed. However, in the next second, he looked calm again.

That night, Matteo tossed and turned. He was unable to sleep. I also stayed awake the entire night.

In truth, my marriage with Matteo was simply fate’s cruel joke.

When my family received the marriage announcement from the Castellano family, they were overjoyed. They even double-checked that I was the one being asked to marry Matteo.

After all, my sister Elena was the pride of the Moretti family.

She was radiant, dignified, and capable in everything she did. I, on the other hand, was just her quiet and dull shadow.

Our wedding took place in June.

It was a bright and sunny day.

However, just as I walked down the aisle toward Matteo, I saw the light in his eyes dim a little.

Since members of both families were present, he went through the wedding with me like he was just going through a procedure.

We both knew very well