On our wedding anniversary, Lu Chen personally sent me into the operating room to save his one true love.
“Su Wan has a rare blood type. Only your heart is a match.” He gripped the surgical consent form, his eyes utterly cold.
As the anesthesia needle pierced my skin, I smiled and whispered in his ear, “Did you know? I'm pregnant.”
Watching his face turn deathly pale, I closed my eyes, satisfied.
When I woke up, I had become the fiancée of the most mysterious tycoon in the capital.
At a banquet, Lu Chen came begging me to return, his eyes bloodshot.
I swirled my glass of red wine, then tore up the pregnancy test and scattered the pieces over his face. “Mr. Lu, once you've donated a heart, is there any sense in asking for it back?”
Li Hanzhou flung the marriage contract at me, his expression icy. “Remember your place: be an obedient stand-in.”
I clutched the pages and looked at the girl in the photo, who resembled me by seventy percent. Then I nodded obediently. “Of course, Mr. Li.”
For a year, I played the part of his departed true love: gentle, poised, and beyond reproach.
Then, on our anniversary, I handed him the signed divorce papers. “Mr. Li, our contract has expired.”
He crushed his wineglass and pinned me against the wall, eyes bloodshot. “Who said you could leave?”
I smiled and rested a hand on my stomach. “Mr. Li, your one true love returned to the country yesterday. And it's time for a stand-in like me... to step aside.”
