Betrayed by My Fiancée, My Sleeping Second Self Woke Up
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I share one body with Allen.
I’m the second self. He’s the original—kind, yielding. I handle everything that isn’t polite.
Together, we built a company from nothing—until an accident put me into a two-year sleep. Allen kept living alone in our body.
When I opened my eyes again, I was locked inside a car with sabotaged brakes, racing toward a cliff.
In those two years, a woman named Victoria slipped in, stole Allen’s trust and affection, and took control of our company.
Now she wants him dead—staging a drunk-driving “accident” so she can inherit everything as his fiancée.
I shattered the window and jumped, barely surviving. She was already preparing my funeral.
When I walked into the service, she tried the same old tears and moral pressure to pull me back into her script.
She didn’t know one thing: none of it works on me.
I’m the second self. He’s the original—kind, yielding. I handle everything that isn’t polite.
Together, we built a company from nothing—until an accident put me into a two-year sleep. Allen kept living alone in our body.
When I opened my eyes again, I was locked inside a car with sabotaged brakes, racing toward a cliff.
In those two years, a woman named Victoria slipped in, stole Allen’s trust and affection, and took control of our company.
Now she wants him dead—staging a drunk-driving “accident” so she can inherit everything as his fiancée.
I shattered the window and jumped, barely surviving. She was already preparing my funeral.
When I walked into the service, she tried the same old tears and moral pressure to pull me back into her script.
She didn’t know one thing: none of it works on me.
















































