The night before the wedding, he walked in holding another woman’s hand:
“She is my true fiancée.”
The wedding dress, household registration book, wedding livestream, and social media posts had all been changed to her name.
My whole family accepted that she was the real “me.” Even the photo on the marriage certificate was hers.
But I was still standing right where I’d been. I had never left.
They called me a “fake” and said I should leave with dignity.
But can someone tell me: who is she? And who am I?
