Based on the Movie Mrs. Winterbourne that was based on the book called 'I married a dead guy'

Marinette left her single-parent loveless home as soon as she turned 18, instantly meeting up with a good looking sweet talking Luka who turned his back on her as soon as she became pregnant, now on her own and homeless an accident causes her to be mistaken as the wife of a dead man, now stuck living the life of another woman trapped in a mansion under the watchful eyes of a doting and loving rich man who thinks of her as a daughter-in-law who carries his grandchild and his other son who is suspicious of who she really is.

My name is Marinette Dupein-cheng, I grew up in the slums of France, Mom died when I was 12 and Dad and I never really got along when I turned 18 I decided it was time to try something new, besides Mom always said 'Destiny is waiting for you, you just gotta go and find it; Now if your looking for fate I suggest you try Paris, the city of Love, Art, and opportunity.

I had left home in my usual pink pants, white top, grey blazer, and salmon flats with only a backpack of memories, I took the metro to Paris then walked the street of the grand city happy to see such beauty and wonder easily finding a diner to sit and pick through my spare change.

Guess who I met the very first day?'

I caught the eye of an older looking boy sitting at the bar nursing a tumbler of amber liquid, his black and blue jacket looked comfy while the sleeves were pushed up to his elbows and his blue and black hair made him look dangerous while his eyelined eyes held mystery as he looked at me before going to sit in the seat opposite of me.

He was charming in pulling a card magically from my hair.

"Hi, I'm Luka De Couffaine." He said making her blush in his deep manly voice that reminded her of a pirate.

We left the diner as I studied the card.

"Nice but it doesn't say what you do," I said looking at him with trusting eyes.

"Oh good cards don't do that, it's too showy." He said.

"Really?" I questioned I was too trusting of this strange new man.

"Yeah. I am actually an agent." He said putting his hands in his pockets looking at me up and down.

"Wow, for who?" I asked still looking at him as people passed us by as we walked.

"Oh I am not at liberty to say, just Professional athletes. How old are you?" He asked touching my shoulder gently making us stop as I was blinded by his dazzling smile, making me swoon.

"18, today is my birthday," I said smiling as I readjusted my backpack, making his smile drop and his eyes go wide.

"Are you kidding me?" He asked making me giggle like a school girl and shake my head.

"You seem so mature." He said making me smile happily.

"Really?" I asked unsurely.

"Yeah, that's it, we gotta celebrate." He said putting his hand on my back and pushing me in a certain direction.

I sat on a dingy orange old couch in a ratty apartment as Luka came in with a storebought cupcake and a candle with a smile.

"Happy Birthday." He said coming into the room putting it on the coffee table in front of me before sitting down and wrapping his arm around me making me feel cared for.

"For me?" I questioned happily as I leaned into him.

Luka assured me that I was beautiful and unappreciated by the world, and like a sap I fell for it, I moved right in with him.

2 months later.

I came home from the grocery store with a 6 pack of beer and a bag of simple foods, I wore a jean dress and old tennis shoes, Luka advised me I need a new look for Paris and convinced me to sell all of my own made clothes for thrift store clothes, he took the money to buy the new ratty old clothes then took the rest saying it was for rent, even though I saw he had a new watch the next day but I didn't say anything.

Luka once again had friends over, all male each with different colored hair and talking like pirates, life wasn't what I wanted but at least it was mine though I still didn't feel like I was truly happy. I missed designing and making clothes. I did try to make my new clothes better but every time I fixed anything to look better it was gone the next day and replaced with something old and ratty again.

Life was okay for a while, sure he didn't buy me flowers or make any grand gestures of love, but I sure had my pick of stolen car radios.

I laid in the old creaky bed naked, Luka was passed out on top of me, one hand on my breast as he slept on the other like a pillow, I hadn't slept alone or in clothes since I moved in and my virginity was long gone.

At the very least, Luka never asked for much in return, but if this was my big destiny, I was honestly expecting a little bit... more.

I pushed him off of me as he dazedly asked where I was going but I ignored him as I got out of bed and look at my mother locket with her picture in it, the one thing I never let Luka touch or even see.

I stood and looked out the window not caring that the night could see my naked body, it had seen me do much worse for Luka.

'Come on Mom, Give me a sign.' I prayed silently.

I sat in the bathroom looking between the paper and the test, the results weren't wrong.

"Woah," I said growing a smile in happiness, I am pregnant.

I was practically floating through the apartment as I searched for Luka and smiled as I walked in then looked at him with a big smile.

"I'm pregnant," I said happily waiting for his happiness.

But he didn't have, he actually looked pissed off.

"Woah, Woah, Woah. What do you mean you're pregnant?" He said a little accusatory.

"What do you mean, what do I mean? I mean I just took a test and it came back positive. Isn't that great? We're gonna have a baby." I said coming around to him giving a full smile again.

"And I suppose your gonna expect me to believe that its mine?" He said standing motioning at her and almost yelling at her while accusing her.

"Well yeah, whose else would it be?" I said my smile was long gone looking at him.

"Don't give me that shit." He said pissed off brushing past me my smile gone once again as he went up to one of his friends.

"You screwed Mari didn't you?" He asked the guy accusatory.

"No man. I would never..." The innocent guy tried making Luka grab him by his shirt and yanking him in his face.

"I SAID, DID YOU SCREW MARI?" Luka said in the guys face, but what I didn't see what Luka giving the guy a look that said 'Help me out.' The guy caught on quickly.

"Sure I did. Lots of times." The guy said making me look at them stupidly.

Luka let him go and turned back to me then looking at me up and down disgustedly before saying "Slut"

I gave him an appalled look before he pointed to my belly and said.

"Get rid of it."

"I'm not getting rid of it," I said proudly as Luka stalked up to me and backhanded me across the face making me fall back onto a chair, I held my face as tears rolled down my eyes then looked up at him he was menacing as he towered over me.

I was quick to pack what I could in my backpack and wore whatever looked warm enough, even though I already looked homeless in my long skirt floral dress, black sweater shirt, thick winter coat, and a scarf, but it would do. I packed my memories up and I left.

So ends my brief history with men, I walked and walked and every day I kept getting bigger and bigger, they fired me from my waitressing job because I couldn't fit the uniform anymore, since then I spent my money on luxuries look food and toothpaste.

"My time at the homeless shelter ran out and I was about to spend my first night on the streets.

I had sold what I could as the months passed and Spring had come, my black sweater, winter coat, and scarf were gone.

As it rained my belly was getting soaked, I had a baby to think about so I couldn't just give up and sleep on the streets.

I was cold and shaking as I pressed the doorbell hearing Lukas name come over the intercom.

"What?" He said irritably.

"It's Mari. I'm about to have your baby out on the streets you wanna come watch?" I said tryingly while also begging.

"Luka's busy at the moment." A sexy feminine voice said.

"Hey." I screamed pounding the doorbell, I moved to look up at the window of the apartment as he leaned out and looked at me with disgust.

"I need a place to stay, you owe me," I screamed up at him.

"Hey, Hey, hey. This ain't home no more." He said down at me.

"You owe me," I yelled at him.

"I'm warning you, Mari, don't make me come down there." He threatened me.

"Oh I want you to come down here," I said back at him while getting a face full of rain.

"I mean it I will come down there." he hollered back to me.

"Well, come on down here then." I threatened.

"I'm not coming down there." He said disgustedly trying to hide his cowardice.

"I'm serious Luka, I've got nowhere to go, I've got no money." I cried up at him.

"Oh well. Here," he said dropping a quarter.

"You wanted to have a little baby. Fine. Have it in the streets." He said before closing the window on me as I shouted profanities up at him

I was walking away before I turned and picked up the quarter, using a newspaper as a cover.

I walked more until I reached the Metro station glad for at least some cover, as I walked I passed an elderly and short homeless man that looked Chinese, he was begging for handouts.

"Money for a ticket? I can help you too your train?" He asked anyone who passed and everyone ignored him.

I held my arms shivering as I passed him we shared a look as I passed before I stopped then turned back and looked at him, he wasn't looking at me but stopped when I walked back to him.

I pulled out the quarter and dropped it in the offering cup he held.

"Thank you, Miss. Can I help you too your train?" he asked me in his Chinese accent as I shivered.

"No, thank you." I said smiling and bowing to him showing respect before I walked inside.

As I walked I headed right for the ladies but stopped at the guardrail of when everything was going blurry, and my knees went weak, however, a strong hard grip caught me and I looked up to see the homeless man.

"Oh I'm sorry," I said shaking my head before he led me to the stairs for me to sit as he joined me.

"What do you have to be sorry for?" He said rumagign through his bag to pull out a single wet wipe.

"I'm sorry for bothering you." I said looking at him as he held the wet wipe to me.

"You're not, here. I was saving it but it looks like you need it more then I do." He said gently.

I smiled and took the wipe opening it to wipe my face and hands as he handed me a paper.

"Theres a shelter on the west side, they pray at you but the foods ok." He said making me look at the paper finding a map before looking up to thank him only to find him gone.

"Thank you," I said.

I stood up and began walking smushed in the crowd as it was rushing in a direction while I tried to go in the way I needed.

"Wait a second," I said as a hand pushed me onto a train as the doors closed locking me inside.

The trained lurched to life as I cried at the door.

"Let me out." I was unheard as the train sped up.

I turned to walk before leaning over.

"Excuse me where is this train going?" I asked worriedly, making the woman look up at me.

"Versailles?" She said questioningly before I gasped and began to walk again trying to find a way off, then I noticed the ticket teller looking at me accusingly and heading in my direction making me turn and practically run in the opposite way.

But he caught up with me.

"Ticket?" He asked me, I was quick to pull my backpack in front of me and pretend to search.

"My husband must have it. Oh, Luka?" I said behind him making him look before I took off again.

I stopped at a bar trying to hide unknowingly catching the attention of a blonde man with sharp green eyes who was whistling.

"Ticket?" the teller asked me again but I was unable to speak.

"I have our tickets." The blonde man said making me look at the tall thin handsome man.

"Thank you, Hubby." I tried while smiling.

"Your welcome dear." The blonde man said while the teller looked surprised.

"Are you assuming something about my wife?" He asked the teller yanking the punched tickets away from the teller.

"No, sir." He said before tipping his hat and leaving.

"Wow. thank you." I said smiling at him releasing a breath.

"I've had a rough couple of days," I said while rubbing rain from my eye that fell from my wet hair, as he smiled at me and leaned on the bar.

"We're not really married are we?" I asked worriedly about my sanity.

He smiled largely and tipped his head to the side while giving a small laugh.

"Uh. No we're not." He said making me smile, he had a warmth about him that Luka didn't have and he was much more handsome, his blonde hair styled just right his smile was model worthy, while his white T-shirt and open floral Hawaiian shirt gave the impression of a relaxed personality.

"You look, very very thirsty." He said handing me a small plastic cup of sparkling soda.

"Would you like a soda?" He asked worriedly at me

"Thank you," I said gently as I sipped the liquid the taste was bitter but refreshing.

"Let's go sit down," he said before grasping my elbow and leading me in a direction.

"Really?" I questioned as he lead me almost forcefully down a hall then ushered me into a small cabin.

I plopped down on the seat and sighed as he looked out the window.

"I had no idea it would be this crowded. I forgot about spring break." He said sipping his own drink when the door opened to reveal a small woman with midnight hair that matched mine and an equally matching large belly.

"Bridgette?" The mand said before going over to kiss her.

"Felix?" She said happily accepting his kiss.

"Is there something I should know?" She said coming over to sit next to me, I felt no malice from her and her smile was genuine.

"I picked up a pregnant woman in the bar." He said watching both of us come close as our bellies touched and I could almost swear I saw his pants bulge.

"He has a thing for us," Bridgette said before looking back at him.

"Did you get my drink?" She questioned him.

But I held up the glass after sipping it.

"He gave it to the pregnant lady." I said jokingly as he shrugged his shoulders and said.

"I like her more then you." He said jokingly.

"Oh really." Bridgette said going over to kiss him.

"Well, why not. Maybe I will get lucky again. Play nice," He said leaving and pointing between them.

They laughed as he closed the door.

I went over reaching out my hand.

"Hi, my name is Mari..." I said before the train lurched making me spill the drink over her belly.

She squealed and jumped up and I began apologizing and trying to rub her belly gently.

"So how far along are you?" She asked me as she sat down after she finished the job for me with her own handkerchief.

"Oh I don't know, 12 or 13 months," I said sarcastically sitting down making her laugh.

"You are my first French conversation. I've been living in America all my life." She said happily making me smile.

30 minutes later.

"Oh, you soaking wet aren't you?" She asked me as she felt my shirt.

"Oh here." She said pulling out a dark blue dress that looked warm.

"Oh no I couldn't," I said my midnight hair falling in front of my me out of my loose ponytails.

So I smiled and changed.

I pulled my hair from the tails and pulled them back into a small bun before I slipped the warm dress over my almost nude body, I was right it was warm and it felt like silk.

We sat down next to each other looking at our swollen feet and fingers.

"Oh and this wedding ring." She said pulling it off from her swollen finger but losing it.

We were both on the floor looking for it when Felix came back in excitedly, making us both look up at him.

"Dear Penthouse, I thought this train ride would be dull, but right now there is an empty table and if we leave now we can eat, so come with. Yes?" He said happily before jumping and running out of the room.

"He will kill me if he finds out I lost it, its family heirloom." She said as I reached for it.

We stood up and I looked at it.

"Wow, it's beautiful." I said as I saw the engraving inside saying 'Felix & Bridgette' in very fanciful cursive.

"He had it engraved for me. Go ahead try it on." She told me making me smile and roughly slip it on my swollen finger and smiling at its beauty making me wish I had something like that.

"We better go." She said as I tried to pull it from my finger but it was caught.

"Oh here you go." Bridgette said happily trying to hand me my handkerchief.

That was the last thing I saw before I heard a loud creaking and my world turned into a mix of colors as it spun and I felt my body being thrown around. I heard sirens before my world went black.