I Faked My Death—Then Came Back with His Twins

Two years into their marriage, Maggie Thompson finally got the news she’d been dying to hear—she was pregnant. As she held the report, excitement washed over her. Today was their anniversary, and this felt like the perfect gift to share.

Stepping through the doorway, she was immediately greeted by her sister-in-law’s voice: “Mom, I heard Aubree is back—and she’s pregnant too!”

Aubree Foster had returned, and she was expecting a child? Maggie’s fingers tightened around the report in her hands.

“Really? She’s pregnant? Oh, how wonderful for her!” her mother-in-law exclaimed with delight. But the moment she noticed Maggie standing there, her smile curdled into a sneer.

“So you overheard. By now, you should know your place. Aubree is carrying Braxton’s child. You—a hen who can’t even lay an egg—should make yourself scarce.”

Her sister-in-law chimed in with equal mockery: “Yeah, Mom. I’m just worried some people won’t have the good sense to leave.”

Maggie’s face turned pale. Her sister-in-law and mother-in-law had never warmed to her. Two years in this family, and neither had shown her a shred of kindness.

In the past, she could swallow it. But now, with Aubree pregnant, was there even a place left for her in this home?

“Mom, let’s go shopping. I want to get Aubree a gift for when she gets back!” her sister-in-law said, tugging her mother along and deliberately bumping into Maggie as she passed. “Even a smart dog knows when to get out of the way!”

As they walked away, exhaustion crashed over Maggie. She dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face. The joy of discovering her pregnancy had morphed into a chilling despair, as if her heart had been doused in ice water.

She returned to her room and sat in a stupor until the early hours, when the door opened.

Braxton entered, reeking of alcohol. Maggie was eager to get out of bed and ask about Aubree’s pregnancy, but before she could say a word, his overwhelming kiss silenced her.

“She—mm—” The muffled protest vanished against his mouth.

His kiss was possessive. One hand wrapped around her waist, trying to pull her onto the bed. Maggie tried to push him away, but her hands were swiftly pinned down.

His unruly hand wandered lower, sliding past her waist…

In the past, Maggie would have submitted to Braxton’s advances. In bed, he became a devil, his fierce passion leaving her defenseless. But today, her mother-in-law’s words echoed in her mind. The other woman in Braxton’s heart was coming back—and she was pregnant. The thought sent Maggie into a panic.

Then she remembered her own pregnancy…

This couldn’t go on!

“No…”

Maggie snapped back to reality and bit down hard.

Braxton groaned in pain.

What had gotten into her? This madwoman had actually bitten him?

Click—the lights flicked on, and Braxton’s cold presence filled the room. “Maggie, what the hell are you doing?”

His voice was laced with barely restrained desire. He’d drunk too much, and the scent of his wife’s perfume had ignited a fire in him. The interruption only stoked his anger.

Maggie knew she had upset him. She cautiously looked up, meeting his dark, deep-set eyes. He was undeniably handsome.

Even with anger creasing his brow, his features were as captivating as ever.

This was the face she’d dreamed about for two years. Now the dream had shattered, and she could see his gaze had never held a drop of affection for her.

This man had once said he despised women who used deceit to climb the social ladder.

Taking a deep breath, Maggie softened her tone. “Braxton, I heard from your mom that Aubree is coming back from Europe. Is that true?”

Braxton frowned, suspicion darkening his eyes.

Maggie’s past experience told her Braxton was already wondering what she was up to.

The uncertainty gnawed at her. She closed her eyes and, in a voice mixed with despair and resignation, asked, “Is it true that she’s carrying your child?”

The question set him off. His hand locked around her throat, and he stared down at her with a chilling intensity. As she struggled, her face reddened.

His grip tightened as he looked at her with cold disdain. “Maggie, you ruined my brother, took your sister’s place so you could crawl into my bed—and now you dare meddle with Aubree?”

The murderous look in his eyes made her believe he truly wanted her gone.

“Maggie, did you really think you could use Grandpa to keep me bound forever?”

“Two years, and you still haven’t had enough of this miserable existence?”

Every word dripped with hatred, like shards of ice piercing Maggie’s heart.

She fought for air, eyes bloodshot, tears streaming down her face, but he showed no sign of compassion.

His contempt for her was obvious.

“You’re despicable by nature, Maggie.”

At that moment, his phone rang. Braxton released her and turned to take the call.

“I’m home…”

“Don’t worry, I’m here.”

Braxton’s voice softened, carrying a warmth Maggie had never heard before. It was obvious to her that Aubree was on the other end of the line.

“Cough—cough—”

Maggie gasped for air, looking up at Braxton as he ignored her completely.

He finished the call and looked down at her with a freezing gaze. “Maggie, don’t even think about pulling any stupid stunts. If you try anything again, not even Grandpa will be able to save you!”

With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Maggie climbed to her feet and watched from the window as he sped off in a hurry, showing just how tightly Aubree had a hold on his heart.

“Heh…”

The joy she’d felt holding the pregnancy report was utterly crushed by the events of the evening.

In Braxton’s eyes, she was nothing more than an outlet for his desires. He had never cared about her. Her mother-in-law and sister-in-law’s mockery only made it sting more. Her hope for this child now felt like a cruel joke.

Their marriage had always been a fantasy.

At the bedside, Maggie’s tears fell unchecked. Her quiet sobs grew louder—until they broke into uncontrollable laughter.

The childhood promises, her unwavering loyalty, even today’s anniversary—all of it felt like a cruel joke.

With Aubree carrying Braxton’s child, it really was time for Maggie to step aside.

She spent the night sleepless, and by dawn, she had made up her mind.

“What? You’re pregnant with Braxton’s child?”

“And you want to go to the hospital for an abortion? Are you insane?” her college friend Madeline Johnston exclaimed, jumping out of bed in disbelief.