After Being Replaced, I Became My Own Stand-In

The fiancé my family carefully chose for me had a secret stand-in.

He had the stand-in go on dates, write letters, and even share my first kiss with me.

Then, at our engagement banquet, I deliberately spilled red wine on the real young master’s expensive suit.

The stand-in instinctively dropped to his knees to wipe it clean, leaving the whole room in an uproar.

The real young master sneered. “You really can’t tell which of us is which.”

I leaned close to his ear and whispered, “I can tell. The one with a scar on his left hip in bed is my true love.”