Late at night, my husband, Evan Cooper received a call from his friend.

"Evan, a body was found in an alley on East Street. It is Chloe Johnson..."

Evan looked at me in shock.

I thought, "I was dead? Then who was lying next to him?"

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When we arrived at the crime scene, the body had already been taken away, but the stench lingered.

Sean Anderson approached to comfort Evan, but then he saw me.

Sean stepped back in fear, swallowing nervously. "Are you a ghost?"

Evan smacked him on the head. "What are you talking about? Can you not recognize Chloe?"

"No way! I saw the face of the deceased clearly, and she looked exactly like her!" Sean exclaimed.

Evan frowned, "I do not know what is going on either."

I spoke up from behind. "Actually...I have a twin sister..."

Sean poured me a glass of water. "Chloe, I am just asking questions. Do not feel pressured."

I nodded, and Evan held my hand reassuringly.

"My sister's name is Luna Johnson. Our parents divorced when we were in high school. She went with our mom to another place and never came back."

"Are you sure that person is your sister?"

I nodded, then shook my head. The body's face was covered in scars and looked almost like me, but I could not be sure it was my sister.

Sean paused, "Chloe, let's do a DNA test."

"Yes...it is the only way now."

Leaving the police station, Evan asked why I never mentioned Luna.

"She was born weak due to complications during birth. I had to give in to her since childhood. My childhood was unhappy, so I do not have feelings for her."

Evan nodded, comforting me, saying everything was fine now.

Back home, I took two sleeping pills to fall asleep.

The next day, I made breakfast and waited for Evan to come home.

"You are back. Go wash your hands and try my new dish." I brought out the fish I had made.

Evan hugged me from behind, and his morning fatigue disappeared.

"Let me see what my Chloe has made."

"It is boiled fish that I just learned. I bought fresh fish from the market today," I said proudly to Evan.

Evan looked at the dish, and his arms stiffened.

"Why did you add cilantro? You know we do not eat it."

I smacked my forehead, feeling annoyed. "Oh no, I followed the recipe and forgot. I will take it out now."

Evan loosened his arms around me and took the fork from my hand.

"I will handle this. You just sit back and enjoy it." Evan said casually, picking out the cilantro from the fish.

During that meal, Evan seemed distracted and did not eat much before heading upstairs.

"Evan, how is Luna's case going?" I asked, watching him pause.

He did not turn around but his voice was muffled. "You said you had no feelings for her. Why do you care so much?"

"She might be my biological sister. Do not hide any news from me."

Evan did not answer and went upstairs.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

"Ding-dong, ding-dong..."

"Evan, it is me. I have something to show Chloe."

In the living room, the three of us sat facing each other.

"We found that nine fingerprints on the body were damaged, except for the thumb. We have sent the prints for testing and should have results soon."

Though we were doing a DNA test, everyone assumed it was Luna due to the strong resemblance.

Sean took out a stack of photos from his bag.

The photos showed Luna covered in bruises, signs of beatings everywhere, and a wound on her forehead likely from hitting a wall.

My eyes reddened, thinking about how much pain did Luna endure before she died.

Evan silently looked at the photos repeatedly.

"Chloe, do not be too sad. We will find the killer and give you an explanation. I came here to promise you that."

"I trust you. Luna is my only family left in the world. I did not expect our reunion to be under such circumstances. Please catch the killer." Tears welled up in my eyes, ready to fall.

Sean was a tough guy and did not know how to comfort me and signaled Evan with his eyes.

Evan either did not notice or was lost in thought. He simply said that he was tired and went upstairs.

"Chloe, what is going on with you and Evan? He has been acting strange." Sean scratched his head and felt puzzled.

"It is nothing. Evan is just tired. Do not think too much." I brushed Sean off and saw him to the door.

When I entered the bedroom, Evan was already lying in bed.

"Why are you sleeping so early today?" I lay down beside Evan.

"Yeah..." Evan moved aside, turning his back to me.

I hugged Evan's waist, feeling his body stiffen but not pushing me away.

After a long time, Evan turned to look at me once he noticed I was asleep. He felt something was off.

I woke up to find it was already noon. Evan had just returned home and was changing his shoes at the entrance.

"You are awake. Sean called me about the case..." Evan hesitated, seemingly concerned about my feelings, and finally asked, "Do you want to know?"

Thinking about Luna made me feel down, so Evan decided not to say much and went straight to the kitchen to prepare lunch.

Looking at the meticulously prepared dishes, I had no appetite. After a brief struggle, I asked Evan to tell me more about the case.

Sean said that Luna's body was discovered by a convenience store owner. The end of the alley led to a garbage dump, and he happened to stumble upon it. He was so terrified he did not even open his store today.

The body had been stabbed eight times, with the fatal wound to the heart. There were also numerous signs of beatings, all inflicted at the same time.

I was overwhelmed with grief, not expecting Luna had endured such brutal treatment before she died.

Evan held me close, not knowing how to comfort me but quietly listening to my soft sobs.

Evan took my hands, trying to offer comfort, but noticed the scratches on my hands.

"Chloe, what happened to your hands?" Evan's gaze was intense.

I followed his gaze to my arms and said, "Oh... I got scratched by stray cats while feeding them downstairs a few days ago."

The next day was the weekend, so Evan did not have to work.

When he woke up, I was already gone.

Evan sighed in relief, went to the bathroom, and found a box of opened medication in the trash can.

It was an anti-inflammatory drug, and Evan immediately thought of plastic surgery and facial swelling.

Evan shook his head, not wanting to suspect that the person he shared a bed with might actually be someone else.

After all, we had been together for the past few days. If something were wrong, he should have noticed.

Evan felt frustrated with himself for having such a ridiculous thought.

After washing up, He went downstairs, still not seeing me.

On the table was breakfast, made to his taste.

Next to it was a sticky note with a message: [I went out for something. Remember to have breakfast. Love you!]

Evan felt something was off but could not pinpoint what it was.

Just then, Evan's phone received a text message.

[Congratulations, Ms. Johnson, for becoming a member of our beauty clinic.]

Evan felt a shiver run through him, remembering the medication in the trash can.

Once doubt was planted, everything became suspect.

While searching for something in the study, Evan found a brochure for the beauty clinic, with 'plastic surgery' circled in red.

He tremblingly texted me: [Where are you?]

I replied immediately: [At the coffee shop.]

Evan remained unconvinced and texted again: [Really?]

[What is wrong?]

[Why would I lie to you?]

I then sent a photo of the coffee shop.

Once trust was broken, it was magnified. Evan stared at the photo for a long time, finally noticing a clock in the corner of the mirror showing: [23:23].

Evan collapsed to the floor, trying to reassure himself that it was all just a coincidence.

The next moment, he received a message from Sean.

[Evan, I remember your wife had a mole on her neck.]

When I returned, the house was pitch dark. Turning on the lights, I was startled to see Evan sitting on the sofa, looking lost in thought.

"Evan, why did you not turn on the light? You scared me," I said, playfully scolding him.

Evan, seeing me return, approached me step by step. I found myself backed into a corner, with no way to escape.

"What is wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" I asked with genuine concern in my eyes.

Evan embraced me tightly. "It is nothing, just a bit tired. I am going to bed now."

Before I could react, Evan hurried upstairs.

I first went to the study and found that the brochure had been returned to its original place. I tore it up and threw it in the trash can.

I had booked two movie tickets and invited Evan to watch with me. The movie was about a twin sister who killed her sibling to replace her and live with her boyfriend. The boyfriend suspected but did not reveal the truth, and the police eventually uncovered the truth and brought the criminal to justice.

I wrapped my arms around Evan and asked, "This sister is so wicked. Do you think you would notice if someone replaced me one day?"

Evan's response was unnatural. "Of course, but unlike the male lead, I would personally send the sister to prison."

As he spoke, I froze, and Evan gave me a meaningful glance.

On the way back, while holding hands with Evan, a dog ran up to my feet.

I looked down and petted its head. "Little puppy, you are so cute. I always wanted to have one when I was young, what a pity."

Evan watched my back as I crouched and petted the dog, his expression darkening.

"Are you not allergic to dogs?"

I stopped petting the dog, stood up and looked at Evan. "No, you mistaken. Let's go."

As I walked ahead, Evan quietly called my name, "Chloe Johnson?"

"Huh? What is wrong?" I turned to look at Evan.

The reaction to a name is immediate. Did I respond quickly enough, Evan?