Reborn, I Tore Apart the Fake Heiress Who Stole My Identity

After I came back, the fake heiress stayed, basking in our parents’ affection.

She stole my fiancé and abused her former status to run wild, but whenever she got into trouble, I was the one who took the blame.

At a banquet hosted by the richest man in the country, she and her friends cornered me.

“So what if you’re back? Without my permission, you don’t even have the right to set foot in here.”

I poured the red wine in my hand over her head and shoved her hard.

“You’re nothing but a fake heiress. What makes you think you can throw your weight around in front of me?”