Double

They called me lucky.

My husband wasn't just a powerful man. He was a mafia boss, feared by the whole city. But around me, he became a different person—gentle, caring, and loving. He never raised his voice at me, never allowed anyone to harm me. I was his world, and he was mine.

One day he left on urgent business. It all happened so quickly that he didn't even have time to warn me. Day followed day, week followed week, and then months. But when he finally returned...

He was no longer the same person.

He became cold. Cruel. Every day turned into a nightmare. His words broke me from the inside, and his hands left bruises on my skin. I didn't understand what had happened, what I had done to deserve such hatred. Gradually, nothing remained of the old me. I feared his steps, his gaze, his voice.

But the truth was much more terrible.

The man who came back then was not my husband.

It was his double, who had taken his place during his absence. No one noticed the substitution. Not me. Not his real husband, who had been far away the whole time.

And then one day the door of the house opened again.

The real him is back.

Only now he didn’t understand why I shuddered with fear when he approached, why I avoided his touch and looked at him as if he were a monster.

But I didn’t understand that in front of me was finally a real husband.

And while one was trying to understand why his beloved wife suddenly hated him, the other left behind wounds too deep to be forgotten...