The Unseen Wife, The Unloved Fiancée

I thought my boyfriend of three years, Jaxon Tate, was my soulmate. Our life was perfect. Tonight, while borrowing his phone to order dinner, I accidentally opened his notes app.

That's when I found "Denzel's List." Denzel was his older brother, who died two years ago. The list contained 400 tasks.

"Take Elfrieda Stewart to the movies for my brother."

"Propose to Elfrieda Stewart for my brother."

"Love Elfrieda for the rest of her life for my brother."

Before I could even breathe, he took a call on the balcony from a woman named Janice. His secret wife.

"Of course, I love you," I heard him tell her. "Marrying Elfrieda is just… a business transaction. It's to honor Denzel's dying wish."

My world shattered. Our entire three-year relationship was a lie. Every "I love you," every touch was just an item on a checklist. I wasn't his soulmate; I was a task to be completed for a dead man. I was the other woman, and I didn't even know it.

He came back inside, smiling his perfect, fake smile. "Sorry about that, a crisis at the office." He then suggested a trip to see the northern lights, another item I was sure was on his list.

As he leaned in to kiss me, I picked up my own phone and sent a text to my brother.

"Can you come get me? I need to come home."