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Winford Campbell was killed in a plane crash during a business trip. I was pregnant with his child—that was the only thing that kept me from joining him in death. At the OB-GYN clinic, I bumped into a man who looked exactly like him, except for a teardrop mole at the corner of his eye. He said he didn't know me, so I assumed he was just someone with similar looks. Later, his buddy Neil Sims told me the truth: he hadn't died at all. He'd been with his new lover, helping her through childbirth. In a few days, he'd spin a story about never boarding that flight—that he'd been kidnapped instead. He would stash that woman away in Plord, reveling in the best of both worlds. I asked Neil, "Why are you telling me all this?" Neil replied, "I want you to marry me. He's not worthy of you at all." I terminated my pregnancy and married Neil. Winford stood in the rain all night, pleading for one last chance to see me.