She Stole My Face, But Not My Husband
Language: en
The year I turned eighteen, I found out I was the real heiress to a powerful family. But even after my mother, Vivian, took me from the orphanage, she still loved the fake heiress, Amber, more. After I graduated college, I cut off contact with Vivian. That is, until she called me right before my wedding. “You always stole Amber’s things, and I let it slide. But how could you steal Amber’s husband too?” I immediately pulled out my phone and saw a wedding photo Amber had posted. What a coincidence. The groom in the picture looked exactly like my fiancé. 1 I stood outside Vivian’s…