Six years after I married my husband, I realized I was just a double.
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Julian Blackwood demanded three vials of my blood, five thousand strands of my hair, and a jar of my happiest tears. Using these as his raw materials, he created a world-renowned masterpiece, "Beloved." On our wedding day, I chose that very painting as our backdrop, my heart brimming with joy, waiting for Julian to come and claim me. Until a woman who looked eerily like me slashed the canvas with a small knife. "Julian Blackwood, how much longer until you finally let me go?! I stopped loving you ages ago!" "Don't you dare find a stand-in to sicken me! You know I despise fakes! Why did…