Twins, My Two Husbands

My head spun.

So it had been a two-man job from the start.

Explained the mood swings. Sweet one minute, cold the next.

“Enough!” I shouted.

Both doors down the hall cracked open.

“Riley, honey—I didn't mean to eavesdrop, but it's late.”

Another neighbor: “Yeah, maybe take it inside?”

They gave me knowing looks.

Great. Whole floor probably heard.

For a second I actually wanted to jump off the balcony.

“Sorry, sorry—we're going in.”

Mortified, I dragged them inside.

Caleb immediately rummaged the shoe rack, pulled out a pair of slippers—his own and mine—and knelt to slide mine on.

“Baby, shoes.”

Treated Ethan like he didn't exist. Zero guilt.

I… let it happen. Habit.

Ethan suddenly hugged me from behind.

“What—?”

He whispered, “Baby… where are my shoes?”

Yep. Classic Ethan.

Why panic? Not my mess.

I pulled away. “Ask your brother. He swapped everything.”

Yeah—Caleb had replaced all Ethan's stuff with matching new furniture. I'd thought the redecorating was cute.

Now I got it: calculated sabotage.