After my cold, distant husband returned from overseas, his personality completely changed. Every night, he kept me up until dawn.

The man who had been too busy to even touch me during our three years of marriage suddenly became obsessed with my body.

I thought it was just that absence made the heart grow fonder, but then strange pop-up comments appeared in front of me.

[I can't wait to see the male lead, Trevor Blackwell, lose his mind when he gets back in a month and finds out someone is sleeping with his wife.]

My blood ran cold.

Trevor was my husband. If he had not come back yet, then who was this man in front of me who looked exactly like him?

"Are you zoning out at a moment like this? What are you thinking about, huh?"

Looking at the face identical to my husband, Trevor Blackwell, and hearing that voice I knew down to my bones, the unease sparked by those pop-up messages quickly faded.

'Right... How could there possibly be two people in the world who looked exactly alike?'

I told myself that those messages must have been hallucinations from sheer exhaustion.

"Why won't you answer me?"

The man's deep voice carried a barely noticeable hint of hurt. However, his fingers gripped my chin with undeniable force, making me turn back to face him and look directly into those unfathomable eyes.

"Am I not good enough? Is that why you're thinking about someone else?"

He deliberately slowed his words, and the last note of his sentence lifted slightly.

Thinking back to how exhausted I had been just moments ago, my heartbeat skipped, and I instinctively wanted to deny it. However, those scrolling messages invaded my vision again, completely beyond my control.

[The female lead has it so good. I'm so jealous!]

[Judging by that performance, he might even be better than Trevor. That went on for a full three hours!]

[Haha! I can't wait for Trevor to come back and find out his wife dumped him, crying like a lost puppy! Bring on the twin showdown already!]

I thought it was ridiculous. Trevor and I had a strong relationship. Before he left, we were planning our future together. There was no way I would cheat on him.

Those messages were absolutely absurd!

I shook my head hard and tried to drive those distractions away, yet deep inside, a faint voice kept arguing back.

The man in front of me had definitely changed since he returned from overseas.

The way he hugged me no longer instinctively protected the back of my neck, and his kisses had lost that gentle hesitation, replaced by a kind of urgency that felt almost aggressive.

Earlier, certain subtle habitual movements carried an unfamiliar quality.

Trying to dispel that inappropriate doubt, my fingers unconsciously moved to the inside of his left wrist. There was a faint crescent-shaped scar there, a mark Trevor had accidentally gotten the first time he cooked for me.

When my fingertip touched that slightly raised skin, I could even feel a reassuring sense of confirmation.

However, the messages went crazy again.

[This guy even imitated details like this just to sleep with his sister-in-law, Jasmine Hudson!]

[Damn, he actually cut that scar into his own wrist on purpose, just to make it look real so Jasmine wouldn't find out. Talk about self-harm!]

[He better not be that obsessed! When Trevor gets back, he's going to come for your life!]

[Am I the only one who thinks this is terrifying? A real-life body double story. Jasmine, run!]

'He got that scar on purpose?'

My mind buzzed loudly, and my heart pounded wildly in my chest.

Trevor was gentle and considerate before going overseas. After coming back, he carried an indescribable aggression and unfamiliarity. I had tried hard to convince myself those subtle changes were just from travel fatigue or a shift in mood.

However, beneath my fingertips, the scar still carried a hint of fresh swelling.

The glaring words 'self-harm' and 'imitating his brother' in those messages shattered all my denial.

Trevor had indeed been replaced, and the man in front of me was pretending to be him.

"Why do you keep spacing out?"

His voice sounded by my ear again, that same voice that belonged to Trevor.

"Are you thinking about someone?"

He deliberately drew out the last words, his tone suggestive.

I trembled violently and instinctively tried to pull my hand back, but he caught my fingers faster. His grip was strong, firmly pinning my wrist right next to his scarred left wrist.

His eyes locked onto my shocked and uncertain face. "Tell me... Besides me, who else are you thinking about?"

It felt like something was caught in my throat. Fear and sudden chaos made it almost impossible to breathe.

He suddenly laughed softly, then his other hand grabbed my lower back hard, pressing my entire body even tighter against him.

The man said, "Don't be scared. No matter who you're thinking about, from now on, your heart and body will only be mine."

He lifted his head, and on that handsome face identical to Trevor's, there was a smile that felt both strange and dangerously suggestive.

"Now, shouldn't we continue? My darling..."

He bit down hard on those last two words.

[That 'my darling' gave me chills! It's so intense!]

[He's crazy that it's kind of hot! Jasmine's in danger, but I'm here for the toxic romance!]

[I can't wait for the real Trevor to come back and cry his eyes out! Hurry up! I need that showdown between the brothers!]

Suddenly, the crisp sound of a slap exploded in the quiet room.

My palm burned, and my heart pounded as I braced myself for his rage. However, the man whose head I had knocked sideways did not get angry.

Instead, he smiled.

His tongue traced over the corner of his lip that was slightly swollen from my slap, and his eyes lit up with an almost twisted excitement.

"My darling, do you like it rough?"

That slap did not knock sense into him. In fact, it seemed to have thrilled him.

I forced down my fear, pushed him away hard, and wrapped the blanket tightly around myself as I sat up.

"I really don't like how you're acting today. I'm going to punish you!"

At those words, the light in his eyes blazed brighter.

He tilted his head back, his gaze pleading, his voice low and seductive. "Darling, how do you want to punish me? I'll accept anything, as long as it makes you happy."

Seeing his barely concealed anticipation, my scalp tingled. If I recklessly exposed the truth, I could not even dare to imagine what he would do to me.

I could even be in physical danger!

I took a deep breath, maintaining my character, and said firmly, "You're sleeping on your own tonight. Don't touch me!"

The moment he froze in surprise, I lifted my foot and kicked hard against his bare chest, sending him straight off the bed.

His solid body hit the carpet with a muffled thump.

I quickly pulled the blanket over myself and turned my back to him, my heart still racing.

After a moment of silence, I heard rustling behind me. Then, the mattress dipped.

He had shamelessly climbed back up onto the bed again!

His warm, firm chest pressed against my back. Soon, two strong arms wrapped around my waist. His head nuzzled into my neck, rubbing back and forth, his voice muffled and pitifully pleading.

"Fine, I'll behave, but let me hold you while we sleep. Please... I promise I won't do anything."

My body stiffened. I knew struggling would only provoke a stronger reaction, so I warned him sternly, "If you try anything, I'm done with you."

He gradually fell asleep.

Meanwhile, I stared at the frantic comments still scrolling in front of me, finally piecing together the truth of this absurd world.

I was living inside a melodramatic novel named 'Twin CEOs: Double the Danger'.

The male lead of the novel was my husband, Trevor, who was still overseas handling a crisis.

The biggest villain was the man clinging to me. He was Trevor's identical twin brother, whom he had never mentioned. His name was Kayden Blackwell.

The comments were endless.

[Twin brothers falling for the same woman? This is so exciting!]

[Jasmine really got the short end of the stick. She's just a tool, but hey, she's pretty, so I guess it's worth it!]

[Kayden's love is so obsessive! His possessiveness is off the charts, and Trevor's restrained devotion is just as addictive! Once the brothers reconcile and join forces in business, Jasmine can gracefully exit!]

The comments even spoiled what that 'graceful exit' meant.

[To prove they matter more to each other, the brothers personally gave away the woman who caused their conflict as a 'gift' to their partner in the Southern Isles!]

[Yeah! They sell Jasmine straight to Shadowbrook under the guise of solving their problem. Blood really is thicker than water!]

[Am I the only one who thinks Jasmine's pitiful? She doesn't know anything, and these two men treat her like a plaything, then in the end…]

[You don't get it! Women are replaceable, but family is forever!]

[Sure, Jasmine had it rough, but pretty privilege can only take you so far. Brotherhood is the most important thing!]

Those cold words felt like poisoned needles stabbing straight into my heart. I felt ice-cold all over, like I had fallen into a frozen abyss.

The grudges, obsessions, and eventual reconciliation of the Blackwell brothers had dragged me, an innocent person, down with them.

They used my body and dignity to pave the way for their so-called brotherhood.

I could not help but wonder what Kayden's obsession with me had to do with me. After all, I did not even know he existed.

Meanwhile, those viewers only cared about whether the forbidden brother dynamic was exciting enough, and whether the drama was intense enough.

As for my will and whether I lived or died? I was nothing but a stepping stone for the climax of their story.

Watching the man beside me sleep while still holding me tightly, my initial fear and panic gradually settled. What replaced it was a bone-deep coldness and a do-or-die determination.

I was the victim, a complete and utter victim who had been deceived, forced, and treated like an object.

I was going to survive, and I was going to make those two men who thought they could control everything and treated me like a plaything pay the price!

Kayden's possessiveness toward me had reached a suffocating level. He wanted to keep me locked by his side all the time.

When I sat in the study reading, he would appear behind me without a sound, bracing his arms on either side of the desk and trapping me between himself and the table, his chin resting on the top of my head.

"Darling, is the book more interesting than me?"

However, his fingers would restlessly slide down along my collarbone.

I would pretend to be annoyed and slap his hand away, using 'punishment' as my shield to maintain a hot-and-cold attitude.

"Trevor, you've changed so much lately. You're not as intense as you used to be."

I deliberately said things to provoke him, watching his reactions.

A flash of darkness crossed his eyes, but he quickly covered it up. He started trying even harder, using every method to tease me.

I sneered inwardly, but on the outside, I played along, showing either shyness or enjoyment. Every time I responded, it came with a near self-destructive clarity and cold calculation.

During every intimate contact, I tried to leave traces, make recordings, and even discreetly collect his hair and skin cells.

The pop-ups occasionally flashed information about internal struggles within the Blackwell Group, weaknesses in their cash flow, and even Kayden's underground operations and certain secret locations.

I memorized everything.

I became the most patient hunter, sharpening my claws and fangs in my prey's embrace.

Finally, the comments exploded into an unprecedented frenzy.

[Warning, incoming peak moment! The male lead, the real Trevor, is back!]

[Holy crap! The ultimate confrontation scene is coming, caught in the act! Kayden is still naked! They're going to be caught red-handed!]

[Jasmine's turning point is here! Let's go! The disposable character is about to complete her mission!]

[Oh my! The brothers are finally meeting! Bring on the love-hate and reconciliation arc! As for Jasmine? Her exit is her blessing!]

I watched the comments without showing a single emotion.

I clearly heard the sound of a key turning in the lock from downstairs. Next came the sound of luggage wheels rolling across the floor.

A deeply familiar voice, heavy with exhaustion and longing, called out for me.

"Jasmine, darling, I'm home!"

I struggled free from Kayden's embrace. He frowned, mumbling something groggily, his arms instinctively reaching to pull me back.

I scrambled out of bed, not even bothering to fix the silk nightgown that Kayden had disheveled, deliberately leaving the suggestive marks on my neck exposed.

Barefoot, I stumbled out of the bedroom and rushed toward the staircase.

Trevor looked travel-worn, with dark circles heavy under his eyes and his suit wrinkled. It was obvious that he had rushed home straight from the airport.

He opened his arms, his face filled with the joy of reunion and deep love.

"Darling, I missed you so much. What happened to your..."

I stared straight at his face, my expression turning deathly pale, my body trembling uncontrollably as if I had seen something incomprehensible and terrifying.

My voice came out shrill and sharp as I shouted, "Who are you? Why do you look exactly like my husband?!"

I whipped my head around toward the bedroom, crying out with every ounce of strength.

"Honey, come out quick! There's a man who looks just like you in our house!"