Husband's Diary: Turns Out I'm the Stand-In White Moonlight

On our third wedding anniversary, I found a locked diary in Jiang Lin's study.

Curiosity led me to enter my own birthday. The lock clicked open.

"When she smiles, her eyes curve just like Wanwan's."

"If you can't marry the person you love most, marry someone who looks like her."

"Today she made your favorite sweet-and-sour ribs. I threw the whole lot into the trash."

Trembling, I turned to the last page. It was a photocopy of a hospital diagnosis.

"Memory reconstruction disorder? What does that mean?"

His voice suddenly came from behind me: "It means you're Shen Wanwan."

"And I've been fully aware all along that I was treating you as someone else's substitute."