“This man is a liar! He’s not Richard—he’s my husband, David. We’ve been married for seven years!” I shouted, causing the crowd to gasp.
David denied it, but I showed them a photo from our wedding. Kira, the bride, stared at the image in shock. She ran out of the hall, devastated.
David followed her, but when he saw me, he blamed me for ruining everything.
“I ruined everything?” I retorted. “You’re married to another woman while still married to me!”
Just then, my phone rang—it was my real husband, David. The man in front of me looked identical to him.
It turned out David and Richard were twins, separated at birth and adopted by different families. Neither knew the other existed.
We found Kira, who, after some confusion, forgave Richard. In the end, David gained a brother, and I gained a new understanding of how life can take unexpected turns.