They’re two. One of them became my husband, and the other stayed in my heart.
Once, fate separated me from my beloved by putting her brother—my twin—as a substitute. But years later, my husband died, leaving behind a pile of debts and problems with serious people.
I can’t manage on my own, and the only person who could help hates me and calls me a traitor. And I would never have turned to him for help if not for the children. But the price for his help is too high. Once he loved me, once I loved him, but now there’s a chasm between us—hatred and a mountain of resentments. And there are also old feelings that never fully went out.