On the rack, among the pile of freshly washed clothes, was the maid’s bra – Han.

And inside, neatly wrapped like a gift… was my husband Thang’s underwear.

Something I hadn’t been able to find for days.

I felt a jolt of electricity run straight to my head.

Without thinking, I rushed over and slapped Han hard.

“You! You dare sleep with my husband?!”

Han fell to the cold tile floor, her eyes panicked, her lips trembling:

“No… it’s not me… Vy, let me explain…”

I didn’t want to hear a word.

In a fit of blind anger, I threw her things into the yard and shouted:

“GET OUT! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE NOW!”

Outside, the cold was biting, the wind was howling like a knife.

Han was shaking and crying, standing in front of the gate, while I locked the door, my heart pounding in anger.

Only 10 minutes later, the car headlights shone into the yard.

My husband – Thang – unexpectedly returned home earlier than expected
He looked at the open gate, things scattered, and my face was pale, my hands shaking with anger.

“Vy… what did you do to Han? Why is she standing outside in the cold like that?”

I threw the bra and panties at him:

“You still ask? Here! Evidence of the two of you secretly having sex!”

Thang looked at the two items… and suddenly his face turned pale.

Not in the kind of surprise at being discovered.

But… horror.

THE TRUTH MY HUSBAND DECLARED
He took a step back, choked up:

“Vy… listen to me. This matter… has nothing to do with Han.”

I sneered:

“It’s irrelevant? Your panties were wrapped in her bra? Do you think I’m stupid?”

Thang took a deep breath:

“Vy… those panties… aren’t yours.”

My heart stopped for half a beat.

“What did you say?”

Thang looked at me, his eyes filled with a truth he had been trying to hide for a long time.

“Those panties… belong to my twin brother – someone you’ve never met.”

I was stunned.

“I don’t have a twin brother!”

Thang swallowed hard:

“I… hid it.
Because my brother – Thanh – has a serious mental disorder.
Two weeks ago, Thanh escaped from the treatment facility.”

A chill ran down my spine.

“Those panties… were the ones you left behind when you left. He came into our house… more than once.”

I looked around the dark room, every crack, every corner of the closet.

Thang continued:

“Our home camera… last week recorded the silhouette of a man standing in front of our bedroom door at 3am. But I deleted it because I was afraid you would panic.”

My whole body was covered in goosebumps.

Thang’s voice trembled:
“I didn’t expect… Thanh to sneak into the house, take my things… and maybe… maybe touch Han’s things…”

I didn’t dare to breathe.

TWIST: THE MAID WAS NOT WRONG – SHE HAD COVERED UP MY FAMILY
The door knocked lightly.

It was Han, trembling outside, still holding her thin coat.

“Sister Vy… I’m sorry…
I didn’t mean to hide it…
But I… I know that strangers have come into the house several times…”

Thang and I turned around at the same time:

“You know?!”

Han nodded, tears rolling down:

“I saw a shadow passing the living room at midnight…
I thought it was a robber, but that person… looked so much like your husband that I thought… I must have seen wrong.”

Thang almost collapsed:

“Oh my god… it was Thanh…”

Han continued, sobbing:

“This afternoon… I saw a strange pair of pants in the laundry room.
I was afraid Vy would misunderstand, so I wrapped it in my bra, intending to throw it away, but before I could…”

My throat choked up.

As if someone had slapped me back.

Han lowered her head:

“I was afraid you would be sad… so I wrapped it up to cover it up…
I never thought you would… misunderstand like that…”

SOUL Snatching
The night wind blew cold.

I stood there, stunned.

The person I slapped…
The person I kicked out of the house…
Was the person who was covering up a horrifying truth to protect us from fear.

As for my husband…

He held his head:

“Vy… I’m afraid Thanh is still around somewhere…
Maybe… right in this area…”

I shivered.

In the darkness at the end of the garden…

A tall, thin shadow just passed by.