He Sent His Twin to Marry Me,So I Kept the Wrong Brother

On the day of the wedding, Cornelius Harding and his twin brother Geoffrey Harding appeared side by side.

They wore identical suits, their hair styled the same way.

Cindy, can you tell which one is me?

In my last life, I picked Cornelius out in a heartbeat.

He smiled, took my hand, and led me up to the altar, where he swore in front of everyone we knew that he'd love me forever.

After the wedding, he spoiled me rotten. I thought that was what happiness looked like.

Until his college junior, Desiree Cooley, boarded a cruise ship and was killed in a tsunami.

He lost his mind and shoved me off the roof of a building.

"If you'd just picked the wrong man on our wedding day, I could've gone with Desiree to see the world. She wouldn't have died!"

"Cindy Henson, why did you have to recognize me that day?!"

When I opened my eyes again, I was back to the morning of the wedding.

This time, I threw myself into Geoffrey's arms without a second of hesitation, clinging to him with a sweet, playful smile.

"How could I not recognize you!"

Cornelius let out a quiet breath of relief.

But he didn't see Geoffrey's arms tighten around me, or the hunger burning in the depths of Geoffrey's eyes.

"You guessed right."

Geoffrey's gaze darkened. The hand resting on my waist pulled me closer.

"Cindy, the ceremony's about to start."

Cornelius urged, already impatient.

"Go on ahead. I need to change out of this suit first."

The moment the words left his mouth, he shot Geoffrey a smug, conspiratorial look.

I pretended not to notice a thing and looped my arm through Geoffrey's as we walked out of the dressing room.

The door swung open, and we nearly collided with Desiree Cooley.

Her gaze slid right past me and landed on Geoffrey's face. She studied him for a few seconds, and a flicker of barely concealed delight crossed her eyes.

"Cindy, congratulations to you and Cornelius on your wedding!"

She leaned hard into the name Cornelius, her well-wishes dripping with mockery.

Desiree was taunting me for choosing the wrong groom.

But in my last life, she had run off in tears.

Back then, Cornelius explained it away by saying Desiree was upset over work and emotionally fragile.

I believed him. I didn't think twice about it.

It wasn't until Cornelius pushed me off that rooftop that I learned the truth: he and Desiree had made a bet.

If I failed to recognize him on the wedding day, he would assume Geoffrey's identity and travel the world with Desiree for three months.

A way to make up for the fact that the two of them could never be together.

After three months, he and Geoffrey would swap back, and they'd all pretend nothing ever happened.

This time around, I chose to give them exactly what they wanted.

I looked at the undisguised triumph in Desiree's eyes and flashed her a radiant smile.

"And I hope all your dreams come true."

Before she could react,

I pulled Geoffrey toward the altar.

The music swelled, and the ceremony officially began.

Up on the screen behind us, my name was displayed alongside Cornelius Harding's.

But the real Cornelius sat in the audience with Desiree, the two of them nestled together as if no one else existed.

As if this wedding had nothing to do with him at all.

The ceremony reached its final moment, and the officiant announced:

"Will the bride and groom please embrace and feel each other's warmth."

I leaned into Geoffrey's chest and tilted my head, letting my gaze drift toward the audience.

A memory surfaced unbidden. In my last life, when Cornelius held me during this part, he had secretly kissed my earlobe and murmured:

"Cindy, I finally married you."

Now he was down there, holding another woman.

When his eyes met mine, Cornelius instinctively let go of Desiree's hand.

But then he spotted Geoffrey beside me, remembered they'd already swapped places, and touched his nose with a guilty little fidget.

Desiree stared at the hand he'd just dropped. Her expression went cold.

She shot to her feet and called out toward the stage:

"A hug? That's so boring! Why don't the bride and groom share a kiss!"

The moment her words landed, the guests erupted.

"Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!"

"You're married now, what's there to be shy about!"

Cornelius's breath caught. He shot to his feet, yanked Desiree back into her seat, and barked at the crowd.

"They don't like PDA. Knock it off!"

A month ago, during the rehearsal run-through with the emcee, Cornelius had specifically insisted on cutting the kiss from the ceremony.

Looking back, he'd already been planning to have Geoffrey take his place.

With that thought, I reached up and hooked my finger around Geoffrey's tie.

I rose on my toes and kissed him.

"Cindy!"

Cornelius kicked his chair aside and vaulted onto the stage with one hand on the edge.

Under the stunned stares of every guest, he wrenched me off Geoffrey and shouted in my face.

"Cindy! Have you lost your mind? How could you kiss him!"

I blinked, the picture of wounded innocence.

"I kissed my husband at my own wedding. How is that crazy? And why are you so upset about it?"

Geoffrey took my hand and drew me behind him.

"Little brother, I know it's hard watching your big brother get married, but Cindy is your sister-in-law now. Show some respect."

Then he ran his tongue slowly across the lipstick stain at the corner of his mouth, as if savoring every last trace.

Cornelius's eyes went bloodshot.

"Let me make one thing clear"

He barely got the words out before Desiree rushed onto the stage and cut him off.

"Enough!"

She leaned close to his ear, her voice barely a whisper.

"Cornelius, whatever this is, save it for after the ceremony. Every guest and every camera down there is pointed right at you."

Cornelius glanced out at the audience.

Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared back at him. The media crew the Harding Group had hired had their lenses trained squarely on his face.

Only then did the reality of what he'd just done hit him.

If the press found out that the Harding Group's heir had arranged a marriage alliance with the Henson family only to send his brother to the altar in his place, it could bring the entire company down.

Once Cornelius reined himself in, Desiree turned to the guests and the cameras with a smooth smile.

"Geoffrey got a little too excited watching his brother tie the knot, and he's had a few drinks. Emotions ran high, that's all."

"Please, everyone, enjoy the food and the champagne. Just a small hiccup!"

The emcee seized the moment to steer the energy back on track.

"It's clear the Harding brothers share an incredibly close bond! Why don't we take this opportunity to celebrate with a song?"

"Please welcome the lovely Leila to serenade our newlyweds with a special blessing"

Before stepping off the stage, Cornelius fixed Geoffrey with a venomous glare.

"You and I aren't done."

Geoffrey's expression was mild, a faint smile resting on his lips. But his eyes were arctic.

Out in the banquet hall, warmth and celebration filled the air.

In the private lounge, it was a different scene entirely.

Cornelius hurled his glass at Geoffrey's feet. It shattered on impact, and a shard sliced across Geoffrey's cheek.

"Geoffrey! I told you to stand in for me at the wedding, not to actually marry her!"

"Cindy doesn't know the truth, but you sure as hell do!"

"When she kissed you, why didn't you push her away? You were enjoying it, weren't you?"

Geoffrey lifted his hand and wiped the blood trickling down his face.

"Push her away? So tomorrow's headline could read 'Harding Family Rejects Alliance with the Hensons'?"

"Or maybe 'Harding Group Heir Rebels Against Arranged Marriage at His Own Wedding'?"

Cornelius saw the mockery in Geoffrey's eyes, the quiet contempt.

He lunged forward and seized Geoffrey by the collar, his voice tight with barely contained fury.

"Don't think I can't see what you're playing at."

"I wondered why you agreed so easily to help me and Desiree. Now I get it. You never gave up on Cindy."

"Don't think for a second you can swoop in and steal her from me!"

Geoffrey slowly released his grip, his gaze turning cold.

"I've arranged a project for you overseas. Three months. Your flight leaves tonight."

"Three months from now, everything goes back to the way it should be."

"I'm the heir to the Harding Group. I'm the only one who gets to marry Cindy."

On the other side of the door, I heard every word.

But Cornelius had one thing wrong.

Whoever I chose to marry would be the heir to the Harding Group.

Years ago, Old Mr. Harding had asked me to choose between Cornelius and Geoffrey for my engagement.

The three of us had grown up together. I knew both of them had feelings for me.

What finally made me choose Cornelius was an accident.

When I was eighteen, I was kidnapped by a rival of my family.

Just as the kidnappers were about to kill me, Cornelius appeared and took a knife meant for me, saving my life.

After he was discharged from the hospital, I told Old Mr. Harding my answer was Cornelius.

That day was both my engagement to Cornelius and the day the Harding Group announced its heir.

He saved my life once, and in my last life, I repaid that debt with my own.

In this life, we owed each other nothing.

Footsteps approached the door.

I turned on my heel and walked away quickly, pulling out my phone to make a call.

"Set up a meeting for me. I want to see Old Mr. Harding alone."

That night, Geoffrey didn't listen to Cornelius. He didn't get on the plane. Instead, he came to the bridal suite.

When he opened the door and stepped inside, I was lying on the couch with a glass of wine.

A flicker of surprise passed through me, but I sat up, poured a second glass, and held it out to him.

"Drink?"

Geoffrey took the glass. His gaze burned, fixed on the trace of wine still glistening on my lips.

"That's not the only thing I want to taste..."

His Adam's apple bobbed, his voice rough.

"Cindy."

His shadow fell over me as he cupped my face and kissed me.

Maybe it was the wine.

I didn't pull away. I rose on my toes and kissed him back.

That was all the encouragement Geoffrey needed.

He grew bolder.

From the living room to the bedroom, from the couch to the bed, until they reached the very last step.

He stopped.

"Cindy, do you know who I am?"

He lifted a hand to my cheek, his eyes a storm of restraint and want.

I looped my arms around his neck, tilted my head up, and pressed my lips to his ear.

"Geoffrey."

Before the name had fully left my mouth, his weight came down over me.

Moonlight spilled through the glass, their shadows tangling beneath it.

It wasn't until the first pale light crept above the horizon that the room finally went still.

The next morning, I was woken by Geoffrey's phone ringing.

"The project lead tells me you never got on that plane last night."

"Geoffrey! Where the hell are you right now?"

Cornelius's voice tore through the speaker.

Geoffrey rubbed the bridge of his nose and answered lazily.

"It was my wedding night. Where do you think I was?"

His voice was still hoarse.

A beat of silence, then Cornelius's pitch shot up.

"Geoffrey! That's not funny! Get on a plane to the project site. Now."

"I'm on a cruise ship. Signal's about to cut out."

I'd been dragged awake by the noise and couldn't help muttering under my breath.

"So loud..."

Silence on the other end. A few seconds. When Cornelius spoke again, his voice shook.

"Was that Cindy?"

"She's with you? You slept with her?"

Before Geoffrey could answer, the line went dead.

Probably lost signal on the cruise ship.

Between the early hour and that phone call, any hope of falling back asleep was gone.

A searing gaze pressed down on me from above.

Memories of last night's recklessness flooded back, and heat rushed to my face in an instant.

Geoffrey broke the silence.

"Cindy, you knew it was me from the very beginning, didn't you?"

I nodded.

"I've never once mixed the two of you up. Not since we were kids."

They had the exact same face.

But one glance was all it took for me to tell them apart.

"Then why did you choose me yesterday?"

I caught the faint hope flickering in Geoffrey's eyes and answered honestly.

"Because the groom I chose was always you."

Geoffrey blinked, stunned for a beat, then let out a quiet laugh.

"So Cornelius thought he was so clever, thought he'd fooled you. Turns out the only one who got played was him."

But that same afternoon, Cornelius showed up at the bridal suite out of nowhere, when he was supposed to be on a cruise with Desiree.

He grabbed Geoffrey by the shoulders and shoved him into the bathroom.

"Geoffrey, swap clothes with me. Now. I'm taking my identity back!"

At the same time, Desiree pushed past the housekeeper and burst into the room.

She walked right past me as if I didn't exist, stopped at the bathroom door, and knocked.

"Today's my birthday. Can't you just stay and spend it with me?"

Her voice trembled with a thin, practiced whimper.

"This was my birthday wish last year. We promised, remember? Just be selfish with me one last time."

A year ago today, I'd been rushed to the hospital after a car accident.

Cornelius had claimed he was on a business trip overseas and couldn't make it back. The truth was he'd been celebrating Desiree's birthday.

The bathroom door swung open.

Cornelius walked out.

He saw the tears clinging to Desiree's lashes and pulled her into his arms, his expression soft with concern.

"Don't cry. I promise."

Desiree nestled against his chest, her shoulders trembling with small, delicate sobs.

"I knew you wouldn't have the heart to leave me."

Geoffrey spared the two of them a flat, indifferent glance and walked toward me.

"Cindy."

Only then did Cornelius notice that I'd been sitting on the sofa the entire time, watching them in silence.

A flicker of conflict crossed his eyes before he spoke.

"Since today's Desiree's birthday, why don't the four of us celebrate together?"

He looked at Geoffrey. "'Bro,' Desiree's just your college friend. You wouldn't mind, right?"

The look he gave Geoffrey carried a clear warning.

Geoffrey didn't spare him a response. He turned to me instead.

"Babe, what do you think?"

I stood, looped my arm through Geoffrey's, and shook my head.

"No thanks. We have an appointment at the courthouse this afternoon to get our marriage certificate."

In my previous life, Cornelius had been so afraid of upsetting Desiree that he called marriage certificates "shackles" and kept dragging his feet, never once registering our marriage.

But Geoffrey was different. He wanted that certificate. He wanted the proof that he was mine.

Cornelius's eyes went wide.

"You're getting a marriage certificate?"

His face darkened, but only for a second. He smoothed it over just as fast, a thin smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

"Well, if you're heading to the courthouse, we won't hold you up."

Before he left, he slipped his ID card into Geoffrey's jacket pocket.

Keeping his voice low so I wouldn't hear, he muttered to Geoffrey:

"I know you're standing up for Cindy. That fake audio you played this morning was just to get under my skin."

"But I have never betrayed Cindy. I only wanted to help Desiree fulfill her dream of traveling the world, as a friend."

"I promise, after today we'll swap back. I'll make it up to Cindy, every bit of it."

"Get the marriage certificate for me, and I'll let your little stunt slide."

After they left,

Geoffrey pulled Cornelius's ID from his pocket and tossed it into the trash.

Watching him do it, everything clicked into place.

Cornelius still thought Geoffrey was playing his part in the charade.

So sure of his own cleverness.

He had no idea that his former fiance and the Harding Group would both slip through his fingers.

At the courthouse, the marriage registration went quickly.

Forms filled out, signatures penned, photos submitted.

The official seal pressed down.

Two red booklets were placed in our hands.

The names printed in those two columns read: Cindy Henson and Geoffrey Harding.

Right on cue, a message from Cornelius popped up.

"Geoffrey, did you and Cindy get the marriage certificate?"

"Hurry up and send me a picture."

"You're doing me a huge favor here. Once I inherit the Harding Group, we'll split the empire down the middle."

Geoffrey snapped two photos of the certificate and sent them over.

A second later,

Cornelius's call came through.