Page 151 of I Replaced His Husband
"Then stop chasing me, Rain!" he shouted back, spinning around.
I lunged again, arms wrapping around his waist. That’s when I realized, he was armed. But he didn’t reach for the weapon.
"I want answers, you asshole! I have the right to know, and Kay does too!"
"I don’t owe you anything! Maybe I owe something to Kay, but not you," he snapped.
I cursed him. "How dare you, you piece of shit. How could you fake everything like that, break his heart, just destroy him? You sick bastard. You lying snake!"
He finally stopped struggling.
Slowly, he turned to face me. I used the moment to rip the scarf off his face, and this time, he didn’t fight it.
The moonlight lit up his face, and wow, it was strikingly symmetrical, classically handsome… and freakishly similar to mine. Kay had been right. We really could be brothers.
"Maurice."
He clamped his jaw shut.
"What do you want?" he growled, jaw twitching.
"What doIwant? Answers, dammit! How could you do this, you dickhead? Lie to everyone, your parents, break Kay’s heart? Leave your own kid without a father, you heartless, soulless jerk?"
I kept shoving him, hitting his chest with the palms of my hands.
He stayed silent, and then I saw tears on his face, one, two, three tears streaming down his cheek.
But I didn't feel sorry for him, not one bit, the bastard! Not after everything.
"You’re an idiot if you think I could ever just walk away from someone like Kay. I loved him more than life itself. I always have. Since the first moment I saw him. He was everything to me."
I stared at him, confused.
What was he even saying?
"Then how could you do that to him? You let a stranger take your place in his life. You let him suffer like that?"
He shut his eyes tight and didn’t answer.
"I don’t get it," I muttered.
"I think you do," he said quietly. "There’s only one reason I would’ve faked all of this. Only one reason to do something so cruel. I think you already know what it is."
I blinked in sudden realization. The answer was simple yet shocking.
"You met your own True Mate."
A dreadful silence fell. We stood facing each other, a million miles apart, yet strangely close.
Suddenly, I remembered that odd fact about relationships where one partner left after finding their True Mate. For some reason, the other partner had a fourfold higher chance of finding their own True Mate than anyone else. Was that at play here?
Still, I stood there, dumbfounded, not knowing what to say except for one thing:
"But why fake your own death? Why not just go to Kay and tell him, 'I met my True Mate'? In our society,everyoneunderstands that those relationships take precedence over all others."
Maurice's face twisted into a bitter smile. "He chose this. He called it:Clean cut."
"What?!"
