The Brother's Wife Chapter 1

When my brother James ran off with my wealthy fiancée Miranda Hayes, he sent me one final photograph: the two of them wrapped in each other's arms on some tropical beach, her diamond engagement ring—the one I'd saved two years to buy—glinting in the sunset.

The message beneath was simple: Sorry, little bro. You never could compete with me, could you?

We were identical twins. Same dark hair, same sharp jawline, same grey eyes that women said were "devastating." But James had always been the golden child—more charming, more ruthless, more willing to take what he wanted.

I stared at my reflection in the bathroom mirror of my Boston apartment, rage burning through my veins. If James thought he could just abandon his wife Claire and their infant daughter Sophie in this city while he ran off with my fiancée, he had another thing coming.

That night, I knocked on Claire's door in Cambridge.