My Husband Let His Cousin Move In… But He Looked at Me Like He’d Seen Me Before - videohaat.com

My Husband Let His Cousin Move In… But He Looked at Me Like He’d Seen Me Before - videohaat.com

My Husband Let His Cousin Move In… But He Looked at Me Like He’d Seen Me Before - videohaat.com

my husband let his cousin move in but he

looked at me like he'd seen me before i

still remember the exact moment he

walked through our front door suitcase

in one hand a polite smile on his face

and eyes that didn't quite match the

rest of him my husband had told me his

cousin would be staying with us for a

while just until he found a job just

until he got back on his feet i didn't

argue i trusted my husband and I figured

it would only be a week or two but from

the moment his cousin stepped into our

home something felt off he greeted me

like any guest would respectful warm

even a little shy but there was

something in the way he looked at me it

wasn't inappropriate exactly it was

deeper than that familiar like he'd seen

me somewhere before like he already knew

me i brushed it off at first blaming it

on my own imagination maybe he was just

nervous maybe I was overthinking it but

then it happened again and again that

same intense stare like he was searching

for something in my face something only

he recognized days turned into weeks and

the air in our home began to shift i

noticed how quiet my husband became

around him how his cousin always seemed

to know where I was what I liked even

little things I'd never told anyone

there were moments tiny ones where it

felt like he was about to say something

to explain himself but then he'd stop

swallow his words and just smile like he

was holding on to a secret too heavy to

share and then one night something

happened that made me question

everything not just about him but about

myself my past and the life I thought I

knew that night I had gone to the

kitchen for a glass of water it was just

past midnight the house completely quiet

as I stood there staring out the window

into the dark I heard footsteps behind

me slow careful ones i turned expecting

to see my husband but it was him his

cousin barefoot standing at the edge of

the hallway half in shadow i couldn't

sleep he said voice low i nodded trying

to act casual but my heart was racing

there was something about how still he

stood like he was waiting for something

or someone i mumbled something about the

weather and quickly stepped away

pretending to check the fridge for

something I didn't need when I turned

around again he was gone no footsteps no

door closing just gone i didn't even

hear him walk back to his room the next

morning I told my husband about it i

tried to laugh it off said his cousin

had a habit of showing up without making

a sound but instead of laughing my

husband went quiet he just looked at his

plate and said "He's always been like

that." Always been like that what did

that even mean over the next few days I

started noticing little things I hadn't

seen before the way his cousin lingered

in rooms I had just left how he always

seemed to know when I was alone once I

caught him in the guest room staring at

a photo on the wall an old picture from

our wedding day but it wasn't the bride

and groom he was focused on it was me

only me and then there was the notebook

i found it accidentally while cleaning

it was tucked beneath his pillow inside

were pages and pages of handwriting all

in neat lines but it wasn't English it

wasn't any language I recognized i

started watching him more closely after

that not in an obvious way but enough to

notice how calculated he was everything

he did had a strange rhythm like he was

following some kind of pattern he never

asked me questions yet somehow he knew

things I'd never said out loud he brewed

my coffee exactly the way I liked it

even though I never made it in front of

him once I wore a scarf I hadn't touched

in years and he whispered "That color

always suited you." before walking away

like he hadn't said anything at all i

started to feel like a stranger in my

own home my husband didn't seem to

notice the growing unease between us or

maybe he did and just didn't want to

talk about it every time I brought up

his cousin he brushed it off said he was

just adjusting just grateful to have a

place to stay but I saw the way he

avoided long conversations with him how

he never left us alone for too long it

was like there was an unspoken tension

between them something that ran deeper

than just family one evening while my

husband was at work late his cousin and

I ended up in the living room he was

reading a book or pretending to i could

feel his eyes on me even when I wasn't

looking i finally asked him "Have we met

before?" My voice cracked a little but I

needed to know he looked at me for a

long time too long before saying "Not

like this what did that even mean?" He

didn't explain just closed the book and

left the room but that sentence hung in

the air like smoke not like this it

echoed in my head for hours afterward

even when I was lying in bed next to my

husband listening to him breathe while I

stared at the ceiling the next day I

went to the attic to grab some old

winter clothes as I opened one of the

dusty boxes I found a photograph tucked

between some folded blankets it was old

faded and clearly from decades ago but

in it there was a woman she looked

exactly like me not similar not a

coincidence exactly same face same eyes

and standing beside her was someone who

looked exactly like my husband's cousin

i couldn't breathe the photo shook in my

hands as I stared at the woman my double

frozen in time next to a man who hadn't

aged a day my thoughts raced searching

for logic for explanation but all I

found was fear i tucked the photo into

my sweater pocket and climbed down from

the attic trying to calm my heart my

husband was downstairs casually

scrolling through his phone i wanted to

show him right then and there to demand

answers but something stopped me a part

of me didn't want to know a bigger part

didn't want to see how he might react if

he'd act surprised or worse if he

wouldn't that night I barely slept i cut

the photo under my pillow and every time

I closed my eyes that woman's face

haunted me who was she or more

terrifying was she me not metaphorically

literally was there a version of me that

existed before this life could something

like that even be real the next morning

his cousin was already in the kitchen

before I woke up he didn't speak just

passed me a cup of coffee with a look in

his eyes that felt heavier than words i

searched his face wanting to scream

wanting him to tell me what was going on

but I stayed silent the weight of

everything I didn't understand was

becoming unbearable later that day when

my husband left for a work meeting I

went to the guest room i needed to see

the notebook again the drawings the

writing the sketch of my face but when I

lifted his pillow it was gone not just

the notebook everything his bag his

clothes even his shoes the entire room

was stripped clean it was like he had

never been there at all panicking I

called my husband his phone rang once

then stopped then a text appeared don't

look for him please i froze why would he

say that what did he know just as I was

about to call back I heard the door

creek open behind me i turned expecting

to see my husband but it wasn't him it

was his cousin or someone who looked

like him but this time his eyes weren't

just familiar they were glowing for a

split second I couldn't move i just

stood there frozen watching him step

through the doorway like he hadn't

vanished hours ago but something was

different now his posture was the same

his voice when he softly said my name

still sounded familiar too familiar but

his eyes those glowing eyes weren't

human not anymore my first instinct was

to run but my body wouldn't cooperate it

was as if he was pulling the air out of

the room without touching a thing i

gripped the edge of the dresser trying

to steady myself as he took one slow

step toward me i didn't want it to be

like this he said quietly but you

started remembering too soon remembering

what was he talking about he reached

into his coat pocket and pulled out the

same photograph I'd found in the attic

the one I thought I had hidden under my

pillow i gasped he must have taken it

while I slept that's not just a picture

he continued it's a memory yours ours my

heart thudded painfully in my chest i

couldn't understand how this was

happening i looked at the photo again

the woman who looked like me it wasn't

just resemblance it was exact her

expression the mole above her eyebrow

the way she stood and the man beside her

it wasn't just a look alike it was him

only dressed in a style that hadn't been

worn for decades i managed to whisper

"What are you?" He didn't answer right

away instead he stepped to the window

and looked out like he was trying to

protect me from something or maybe

prepare me "there are things you've

forgotten," he said "things you weren't

supposed to remember until much later

but this house this time this version of

you it's waking up pieces of the past i

was shaking now but not just from fear

from something deeper a flicker in my

chest something I couldn't explain like

my body recognized a truth my mind

wasn't ready to accept i never meant to

come back like this he added turning to

face me again but he brought me here

your husband there's more to this than

love he said softly this is about a

promise one we made long before this

life and if you don't remember it soon

you'll forget everything forever and

then from the hallway the sound of the

front door unlocking the front door

creaked open and I could hear my

husband's footsteps echoing down the

hallway slow heavy like he already knew

what he was walking into my heart

pounded in my chest torn between the

cousin in front of me glowing eyes dim

now with something like sadness and the

man I married the one I thought I knew

my husband stepped into the room eyes

locking with his cousins first no shop

no confusion just a deep exhausted stare

like this confrontation had been a long

time coming you told her he asked his

voice low she found out on her own the

cousin replied i only helped her see my

husband looked at me then you weren't

supposed to remember not like this not

yet what are you talking about i

demanded remember what who was I who am

I he closed his eyes for a moment then

opened them and something shifted in his

face not glowing not supernatural just

regret you were mine in another life but

he was there too and you made a choice

to leave everything behind and come back

but I couldn't let him take you again i

brought him here to prove to you he

doesn't belong with you in this life the

room spun my mind struggled to hold the

pieces of a truth too big to process my

husband had known all along about the

past life about the promise and he

brought his own cousin here not to

reconnect but to test me you didn't

trust me to choose i asked my voice

trembling i didn't want to lose you

again and that was it that was the

moment I knew the truth not in my head

but in my heart i had loved them both

once but only one of them had let me go

i turned to the cousin take me back he

stepped forward slowly took my hand the

moment our skin touched a warmth rushed

through me later that day I went back to

the attic i searched the boxes again but

the photograph was gone no sign of the

woman who looked like me no sign of the

past just dust and old clothes but

something inside me had changed i

remembered more now not full details but

enough to understand who I was and why I

had always felt like a part of me didn't

quite belong the cousin never returned

no trace of him no messages nothing my

husband and I tried to go back to normal

but the silence between us grew heavier

with each passing day love without trust

can't survive not in this life or any

other eventually I moved out not because

I hated him but because I finally

understood that love isn't about holding

on sometimes it's about letting go in

time I started over a new city a quieter

life but every now and then I'd catch a

glimpse of something familiar in a

stranger's eyes or hear my name spoken

in a way that sent shivers down my spine

and I knew the story wasn't really over

some connections run deeper than this

world some promises stretch across

lifetimes and when two souls are meant

to find each other no matter how many

times they forget or how far they drift

they always will even if it's not in

this life not yet