Twins, My Two Husbands by Qian Mo Mo

I got myself a boyfriend—tall, hot, quiet, exactly what I was looking for.

Until that one random run-in off campus. Suddenly he turned all passionate and clingy, and in that department? No restraint whatsoever—new tricks every single time. I was in heaven and hell at the same time.

But today, two identical boyfriends are standing right in front of me, throwing punches over whose girlfriend I actually am.

Holy shit—they’re twins.

Twins, My Two Husbands Chapter 1

After my shift at the campus café, I slumped on the CTA Red Line, mindlessly scrolling through my phone.

A post suddenly popped up in my Reddit feed from r/relationships. It had a ton of upvotes, but the title was pure despair:

Help: My girlfriend has been super cold to me lately. What do I do?

“It’s not just in person—our texts have dried up too. We barely see each other anymore, and when we do, she just says ‘I’m tired’ and crashes.”

“She used to love running her hands over my abs. Now she won’t even look. The jewelry I used to buy her—those chest chains, waist chains, the subtle collar stuff—she acts like it’s weird and tells me to put it away.”

“After we hang out, it takes her forever to text back. When I ask what’s wrong, she just says ‘busy.’ Busy with what? Classes? Work?”

“I snuck by her job once. She’s grinding at that indie coffee shop near campus. Is it because I’m not stepping up? Does she think I can’t take care of her?”

“The worst part: right before closing, I saw this pathetic loser standing next to her. The way he looked at her—like he wanted to devour her. I wanted to punch his face in.”

“He had his arm around her waist like it was his. My girlfriend’s waist isn’t for just any guy to touch.”

“Sorry, rant over.”

“How do I make her like me again? Make her want to spend my money and let me spoil her? And how do I get her away from that creep for good?”

1L: Bro, your “accessories” taste is next-level. Chest chains and a collar? City boys really living their best life.

OP: She loved it. Every time I wore them, she’d stare for ages.

2L: Bro… your girlfriend has a new boyfriend. Wake up. She’s got someone else.

OP: No, she only loves me. It’s that campus guy—he’s in the same classes, easy access. He stole her right under my nose.

3L: You literally watched it happen and did nothing? Why post here instead of confronting the side dude? You are the boyfriend, right?

OP: If I piss her off, she’ll pull away even more. I can’t risk that.

4L: Wait—you sure you’re actually her boyfriend? Or just her secret side piece? Maybe she’s scared of getting caught.

OP: I am her boyfriend! Or husband, basically.

5L: Lmao, she’s got a new man and you’re still coping.

OP: Shut up. We’re soulmates!

The thread kept going—people laughing, stirring the pot.

I felt the corner of my mouth twitch into a smile.

The girl in the post sounded a lot like me.

Juggling two guys at once, though? Respect.

And the jewelry obsession? Same.

I figured nothing beat a tall white guy covered in silver chains—abs like armor, pecs like sculpture.

But lately? Ethan had been too much. Always needy. Too intense. I was exhausted.

Time to go cold turkey for a while.

I sighed, pocketed my phone, and dragged myself the last few blocks home.

The second I stepped out of the elevator, I froze.

Two Ethans were standing at my door.

Both six-foot-two, pale skin, sharp jawlines, and those perfect eight-pack abs I knew way too well under their hoodies.

Both had bruises—one on the cheek, one near the eye.

“Baby, you’re home.”

“Baby, I missed you so much.”

My brain short-circuited.

Wait.

The girl on Reddit… was that me?

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Twins, My Two Husbands Chapter 2

“Stay back!” I yelled.

They stopped a foot apart and traded a look like they’d rehearsed it.

I ran the math in my head, trying to accept that I’d accidentally slept with twins.

No wonder things felt off. One minute silent and distant—classic Ethan. The next minute nonstop texts about his day, super clingy.

“Who the hell is my real boyfriend?”

“Me!”

“I am!”

They said it at the same time.

I studied their faces. Identical. Even the faint scar over the left eyebrow.

“Are you seriously pulling a Parent Trap on me?”

I stepped closer and poked one chest. Solid. Warm. Same.

“Which one of you is Ethan Carter?”

The one on the left immediately reached for me. I slapped his hand away.

“Don’t touch!”

The one on the right smirked at the left one, then spoke slow and calm: “It’s me, baby.”

That tone. Steady. Not pushy.

Exactly the cool, low-key finance major I’d been chasing for months. Distant, chill, perfect for easy vibes.

I grabbed his wrist and headed for the door.

Someone tugged my sleeve.

The other guy—eyes wide, lips pouting—looked crushed. “Baby… what about me? You’re just gonna ignore me?”

“Excuse me?” I lifted our joined hands. “This is my boyfriend, Ethan. I’m holding him.”

He squeezed tighter, voice dropping. “But I’m your boyfriend too…”

“I just got punched. Don’t you feel bad for me?”

“Is this fair?”

I peeled his fingers off one by one. Took effort—the guy was strong.

I said coldly, “My little bed doesn’t fit three people.”

“I’ll take the couch.”

“There is no couch.”

“Floor’s fine. I’m flexible.”

“You—” I stopped. The audacity.

I sighed. “Just go home. We’ll talk later.”

“No.” He grabbed my hand again. “If I leave, you’ll ghost me.”

I exhaled. Fine. Calm him down, then kick him out.

“Stay tonight and we’ll pretend none of this happened.”

Wrong thing to say.

“We’ve been together for months. You want to pretend nothing happened?”

I cut him off. “The person I’ve been with is Ethan. Are you Ethan?”

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Twins, My Two Husbands Chapter 3

He stared at me, ignoring the death glare from the real Ethan.

“If you want… I can be.”

“We look the same. You can’t tell anyway.”

Then he had the nerve to add: “It was good before, right? Ethan’s always busy—I’ll keep you warm. Be your big teddy bear at night.”

“You like falling asleep with your hand on my chest, don’t you?”

I was speechless.

Shameless didn’t even cover it.

“Are you insane?”

The real Ethan dropped my hand and grabbed the other guy’s collar.

“Caleb Carter, you have zero shame!”

“Had enough punches? Want me to mess your face up so bad your dad won’t recognize you? Then she’ll know who’s who.”

Caleb laughed wildly. “Go ahead. Hit me. Kill me. I’m not letting go.”

“Why do I always have to give everything up? You get whatever you want. I liked Riley first—before you even noticed her!”

Ethan’s knuckles went white, veins popping.

He was furious but powerless.

“What, scared now? You were swinging earlier.”

Caleb touched the bruise on his forehead. “Didn’t think you could actually land one. Progress.”

“But listen: I’m not backing down.”

“You forgot—every time you said ‘too busy,’ it was me showing up.”

“Half those texts? Mine.”

“You think she fell for you? Delusional.”

Ethan went pale and shot me a guilty look.

“Shut up!”

“Why? Because the truth hurts?”

“I was so stupid. I thought she liked you, so I stepped back.”

“Now? She can’t even tell us apart.”

He looked at me. “So the person she likes… could be me.”

“Caleb!”

“I’m right here, big bro.” Caleb’s face was pure challenge.