On our wedding anniversary, I made my husband the tiramisu he “loved most.”
But he gently reminded me, “Weiwei, you forgot. I’m allergic to nuts.”
Yet I clearly remembered that the hazelnut-covered tiramisu was what brought us together all those years ago.
That night, in a hidden compartment in his study, I found a whole box of unopened allergy medication and an ID card bearing a name completely different from the one on our marriage certificate.
In a flash, I remembered his former business rival, who had died in an “accident” a year ago. He was the man my husband hated most, and he too had a severe nut allergy.
Who is my husband, really?
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I'm so nervous now. Lin Wei, come on.