She Stole My Face, But Not My Husband

Summary

The year I turned eighteen, I found out I was the real heiress to a powerful family.

But even after my mother, Vivian, took me from the orphanage, she still loved the fake heiress, Amber, more.

After I graduated college, I cut off contact with Vivian. That is, until she called me right before my wedding.

“You always stole Amber’s things, and I let it slide. But how could you steal Amber’s husband too?”

I immediately pulled out my phone and saw a wedding photo Amber had posted.

What a coincidence.

The groom in the picture looked exactly like my fiancé.

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