MARRIED TO MY BILLIONAIRE HUSBAND, PREGNANT FOR HIS TWIN BROTHER

THE MORNING AFTER

Rosaline's POV

I refused to believe it.

I stood there stunned, the phone still pressed against my ear. Donald’s voice was still going on, talking about some emergency in Singapore he had to take care of.

I wasn't hearing any of it.

All my brain could process was that he was never there last night. That I had waited so long just to give myself to somebody else.

"Rosaline? You've gone quiet on me."

I blinked out of my head. "I'm here," I said. My voice came out weak. "I'm just tired."

"Of course you are." He sounded genuinely sorry and that made everything even worse. "I'm so sorry about last night. You know what? When I'm back we’ll go for a real honeymoon. Wherever you want. Just name it"

"Okay."

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

I hung up.

Then I stood with the phone in my hand for a while, trying to come to terms with everything that had happened.

After that was a calm that frightened even me. It was like I was panicking on the inside but none of the storm that was raging inside me showed on the surface. All I wanted to do at that point was just to figure out how Donald was here last night and at the same time, wasn't here.

I set the phone down carefully. I walked back to the bedroom. I looked at the bed, memories of the past night now disturbing me more than anything, and I started searching.

I don’t even know exactly what I was looking for. Maybe some reason to prove that I wasn't at fault. I searched through everything, desperately looking for something I could use to vindicate myself. The bathroom, the sitting area, there was no sign of anyone even being there.

There were no men's clothes anywhere.

No watch on the nightstand. No shoes by the door. Nothing that belonged to Donald because Donald was never there.

I was about to give up and convince myself I had lost my mind when my foot hit something half hidden under the bed.

I crouched down and picked it up.

A cufflink.

It was a small, silver, expensive looking one that you could only find in luxury stores. I inspected the accessory with shaking hands and found a calligraphed initial at the back.

W.M.

Not D.M.

W.M.

Wesley Mendez.

My phone fell off my hands as I pieced everything together. I staggered backwards as the entire room seemed to tilt. My hands clasped my face as entire scenarios from last night started to replay in my head. The touches, kisses, all the little changes I totally ignored because I was too ‘into the moment’.

They were identical. Same face. Same height. Same voice.

I hadn't known.

God help me, I hadn't known.

I picked up my phone to call the only person I could think to call at that point; Crystal. I searched for her number with fingers that wouldn’t stop trembling.

"It wasn't Donald," I said without greeting.

A pause. "What?"

"Last night. It wasn't Donald." The words sounded totally insane coming out of my mouth. "Donald was at the airport the whole night. He left at nine. Crystal…" my voice broke on her name. "It was Wesley."

There was a dead silence.

"Rosaline, are you sure?"

I looked at the cufflink still in my hand. "That’s what it looks like. I found his cufflinks. It had W.M engraved on it. What have I done, Crystal?"

She exhaled sharply. "Oh my God."

"I slept with Wesley on my wedding night. I slept with my brother-in-law on my wedding night, Crystal." Saying it out loud sounded like those ridiculous scenes in those movies that Crystal forces me to watch. It sounded dumb and I couldn’t even believe I was the one saying those words.

How could this be happening?

"Okay," Crystal said. Her voice shifted into the serious tone she uses on rare occasions. "Okay, listen to me. Do not do anything. Don't call anyone. Don't go anywhere. I'm coming to you right now."

"I need to talk to him. I need to talk to Wesley…"

"Not like this. Not when you're this upset. You'll say something you can't take back and make everything worse. Wait for me."

She was right. If I acted impulsively, everything would blow completely out of proportion..

I told myself I would wait.

But I did the exact opposite.

Twenty minutes later I was in my car. I hadn't even watched off the make-up on my face from last night. A wave of confusion crashed inside me and my jaws clenched so hard that it felt like my teeth cracked.

The estate was twenty minutes from the hotel but with the way I was speeding, I made it in thirteen.

I knocked on Wesley’s door so hard that I almost bruised my knuckles. After a few minutes, the door creaked open and I saw Donald’s face. The resemblance was uncanny. Everything was identical. The beard, the color of his eyes, even the dimples that appeared on his cheek whenever he smiled. Everything was similar to a fault.

But the thing that really broke something open in me wasn't his face.

It was his expression.

He didn't look surprised.

Not even a little bit.

He studied me with his eyes, noticing everything from my ruffled hair and the mascara still on my face, totally unfazed like he knew that he had been expecting me to come.

"You knew I'd come," I said.

He stepped aside to let me in without a word.

I walked in and spun around to face him, the cufflink balled in my fist. My chest was heaving up and down like I had just run a marathon.

"Please tell me I'm wrong," I said. My voice was shaking but I held his gaze. "Please tell me it wasn't you and I will walk out of here and never speak of this again."

Wesley looked at me for a long, quiet moment.

"Rosaline, I can’t tell you that," he said.