My Husband Stole the Identity of his twin brother to ruin me

The same day I first heard the cry of my baby boy was also the day I learned that my husband, Hunter, an aircraft pilot, had died in a plane crash.

Three days later, my baby boy was kidnapped.

No ransom demand. No leads. No hope.

Until ninety days had passed, and I overheard my mother-in-law talking to my husband’s twin brother or so I thought.

“Are you insane, Hunter? You’re telling me you’ll use the identity of your twin brother Harold and fool everyone into thinking Hunter is dead? Victoria has been depressed ever since! Do you really want her to die from the grief?”