Fake Heiress, Fake Heir

Summary

The real heiress returned, and I was thrown out.

Sobbing, I called the fiancé from my arranged marriage. “I’m sorry,” I choked out, “I’m not your fiancée anymore. We should break up.”

His reply was firm. “Break up? No way. We’re not breaking up.”

And now, he’s standing in front of the tiny apartment I just rented, loaded down with bags, staring at me as I stare back at him.

He stated it simply. “Because I’m a fake, too.”