My Brother’s Double

In the sixth year of my relationship with Sheng Ciyan, I accidentally caught him with his male secretary in the office.

Sheng Ciyan gazed affectionately into Chen Ziqian’s eyes and murmured, “Your eyes look so much like his.”

Chen Ziqian froze for a moment, then smiled with a hint of amusement. “Him? Who? Do you mean Fu Wenyu?”

No. The “him” Sheng Ciyan meant wasn’t me. It was my older brother, Fu Wensen.

My brother died in that sudden fire, while I was lucky enough to survive.

Sheng Ciyan let out a cold laugh. “Him? As if he’s worthy.”

Clutching my cancer diagnosis in my hand, I silently walked away.

Hadn’t Sheng Ciyan always wanted me to pay with my life for that fire? His wish was about to come true.