The Substitute Bride in the Cage

On the eve of my wedding, the wedding ring I wiped with my own hands shone coldly, and inside it was hidden the driving records of Cheng Yanzhou on the day of his car accident. Everyone said that I was a substitute bride, but they didn't know that this marriage was the most perfect scam for a wealthy family. When my stepmother's charity dinner coincided with my adoptive brother's order for cyanide, I finally dug into the mezzanine of my husband's medical records and dug out the diagnosis and treatment records of his second personality who pretended to have amnesia. (First-person strong suspense, using wedding rings/medical records/cyanide orders to construct a three-line hook, using psychological warfare instead of golden fingers, highlighting the fatal tenderness of the substitute bride and the multiple reversals of the wealthy chess game)