I Stole My Twin Brother's Bride

My fiancé, the golden boy of the ruthless Blackwood Syndicate, smirked and asked if I could tell him apart from his identical twin brother right before our wedding.

The moment he spoke, a terrifying memory of my own murder flashed before my eyes.

In that timeline, I chose him. He used his twin as a stand-in for our sacred vows so he could secretly run off with his mistress.

When his mistress later died in a tragic shipwreck, he went mad with grief and blamed me.

He dragged me to the roof of a casino and threw me off, screaming that my existence had sealed her fate.