The Twin In The Snow

Synopsis

My husband, back from the brink of death, wrapped his arms around me with deep affection, guilt flooding his eyes as he blamed himself for having neglected me all these years. Our friends nearby gushed about how sweet it was, saying that surviving death had finally woken him up. But I was so terrified I could barely stand. In all our years of marriage, my husband had never once hugged me. Outsiders thought he was just bad at showing affection. Only I knew the truth: because of an accident ten years ago, when he shielded me, his arms had never been able to lift or exert force together again. So who was this man, holding me so tightly with both arms?