Replacing My Husband With His Best Friend

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The first thing I did when I got my sight back was run to find my husband, Lucas. I couldn’t wait to share the incredible news.

But I stopped dead outside the door to his private suite, his voice drifting out as he chatted with his friends.

“Lucas, man,” one of them slurred, “Jenna’s been blind for two years. You had Flynn pretend to be you and live with her that whole time, just so you could be with your childhood sweetheart. Aren’t you worried he and your wife might, you know… make the act a little too real?”

“What’s there to worry about?” Lucas scoffed, taking a swig of his drink. His laugh was reckless. “Flynn’s got insane self-control. I’ve seen supermodels throw themselves at him, stark naked, and he didn’t even flinch. You think he’s gonna touch her?”

He paused, his tone dripping with contempt. “Besides, Jenna’s frigid. As long as Flynn doesn’t make a move, she wouldn’t even think about it.”

The room erupted in crude jokes. “Damn, I don’t know who to feel sorry for, Jenna or Flynn. Two gorgeous people in one bed, doing nothing but talking? What a waste, hahaha!”

The laughter echoed, sharp and cruel.

My gaze drifted to the man sitting alone in the center of the room, silently nursing his drink. Flynn Foster.

Coolly elegant, with an air of aristocratic aloofness.

To have a man that fine and not touch him… I had to admit, it was a bit of a shame.

Looking back, the signs had been there all along.

During the two years of my blindness, “Lucas” had grown distant, his words sparse, a wall of formality between us. I’d felt it, but wrapped in the shame and helplessness of my condition, I never dared to say a word.

My thoughts were shattered by the click of the front door.

A familiar voice, deliberately low, spoke from behind me. “Jenna, I’m home.”

Flynn’s voice was naturally similar to Lucas’s, and with him consciously mimicking it, it was no wonder I’d been fooled for two years.

I looked up, letting my gaze drift vaguely toward the handsome man before me. The most famously self-disciplined bachelor in Manhattan’s elite, a man who played by no one’s rules.

Why on earth would he agree to play this game with Lucas? To act out this charade with me for two whole years?

Well, if they loved to act, I’d be happy to play along.

Pretending I still couldn’t see, I fumbled my way toward him and wrapped my arms around his waist, pulling him into an embrace.

“Honey, you’re finally home.”

I squeezed him tight, my hand conveniently brushing against the firm planes of his abdomen. In two years, Flynn had been the model of restraint. Even sharing a bed, he always kept a careful distance. We’d never been this close.

He stiffened, clearly startled by my forwardness. His voice was a little tight. “Jenna… what’s gotten into you today?”

I forced a few tears to my eyes, my voice a wounded whisper. “Lucas, you haven’t touched me since I went blind. Is it… is it because you don’t want me anymore?”

Flynn’s expression faltered. He softened his tone, trying to soothe me. “No...