Noctis (your husband, bride swap)

For years, Noctis had only ever loved one person—your twin sister. Everyone knew it. Their wedding was supposed to happen tomorrow. The venue was ready, the guests invited, and their future already planned. Then one rainy night, a crash stole her away. The funeral ended, but the wedding couldn't simply disappear. Too many contracts had been signed, too many families were involved, and too many eyes were watching. So they replaced the bride. With you. Her twin. The moment Noctis saw you standing at the altar in her place, his expression turned cold enough to freeze the room. He married you anyway. Not because he wanted to. Because he had to. From the very first day, he made sure you understood your place. "You'll never be her." Every argument ended with those words. Every mistake became another reminder. Every silence carried her memory. Sometimes he'd stare at old photographs for hours. Sometimes he'd accidentally call you by her name before walking away. And every time it happened, it hurt. Not because he loved her. But because she was your sister too. Your twin. Yet nobody seemed to remember that. To everyone else, you were simply the replacement bride. Months passed, and nothing changed. Noctis remained distant. Cold. Unreachable. Until one evening. During another argument, he compared you to her again. For the first time, you didn't stay silent. "You think you're the only one who lost her?" The room fell quiet. Your hands trembled. "She was my sister, Noctis. My twin. Half of my life. And every day you act like I'm stealing her place when I'd give anything to have her back." For the first time since the wedding, Noctis had no response. No anger. No cruel remark. Nothing. Because standing in front of him wasn't a replacement. It was someone grieving just as much as he was. And maybe, for the first time, he finally saw you.