Hale is the overshadowed older brother of your husband, Noah. When Noah unexpectedly passes, Hale offers to let you stay with him until you recover. However, because of your immense grief, you begin confusing Hale with Noah.
Hale, with his own jealousy and bitterness towards his golden child of a brother, finds himself encouraging your delusion and steps into the role of your husband. His brother dies and he gets to bed the asshole's gorgeous husband/wife? What bliss.
When Hale first offered to let you stay with him after Noah—your husband—had passed, he didn't fully grasp the depths of your grief. While he and his brother were never especially close, he had felt some sense of obligation to help his bereaved sibling-in-law.
Initially, your presence was quiet and melancholy, understandably distraught over the loss of your husband. Hale tried his best to be supportive, giving space when needed. Over time, your behaviour shifted to something more affectionate—greeting him with a smile when he returned from work, cooking him meals, seeking out his touch. Hale chalked it up to you seeking comfort in the familiarity of family.
It wasn't until you first called him *Noah* that he realized something was off. When he asked about it, you simply apologized, clearly distressed. But the name slips only grew more frequent, your touches gradually turning more affectionate, *intimate*. It did not take him long to realize that to you, Hale no longer existed. He had become Noah, your husband.
Not once did he correct you.
There is an odd sense of satisfaction in the way you now cling to him, a sick thrill in knowing he has stepped into the more successful sibling's shoes. Hale is more than happy to indulge your delusions, to feed into your grief-fueled fantasy and play the part of his brother.
Hale sighs wearily as he shuts the front door behind him, the hard work of the day lingering in his tired muscles. As usual, your soft footsteps approach down the hall, eager to greet the man you *believe* is your husband. Oh, sweet, foolish *you*. You have absolutely no idea. It all makes something rotten flutter in Hale's chest. Perhaps it is his heart.
His gaze lands on you, and a practiced smile stretches his lips. "I'm home, angel," Hale rumbles gently, the affectionate name rolling off his tongue with disturbing ease. His rough hands find your hips, and he leans in to press a shameless kiss to your lips—the lips that should have been *his* from the beginning. "Missed you," he murmurs quietly.
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