Chapter 2

"Celeste, this woman's completely insane, trying to impersonate you!"

Dylan immediately scurried over, playing the victim.

The newcomer was the very woman about to marry my husband, Liam.

My gaze was fixed on her, unable to move.

The moon-white silk gown she wore was a limited edition piece Liam had given me for my birthday last year.

The pigeon-blood ruby necklace around her neck was our wedding anniversary gift.

And on her left ring finger, she was clearly wearing my wedding ring!

A wave of icy coldness shot from my feet to the top of my head.

"Get Liam out here. He's a man who..."

Before I could finish my sentence, Dylan slapped me across the face.

"What nonsense are you spouting? My brother is legitimately marrying Ms. Sterling! There's no 'man who married into her family'!"

I distinctly saw a flicker of panic on the face of the woman impersonating me.

But she quickly regained her composure and spoke, "Yes, Liam and I truly love each other. Even if he were poor and destitute, I would still marry him!"

"After this, I'll also represent The Sterling Group and hand over fifteen percent of the company's shares to him. As for me, I'll happily stay home and start a family."

I looked at her in disbelief.

Liam and I had clearly agreed not to have children for five years.

We even signed an agreement stating that all profits from my company after marriage would be exclusively mine, not part of our marital assets.

His only role was to manage our household and be there for me.

How could everything have changed?

"Get Liam out here."

My voice grew colder.

How could Liam betray me, even find someone to impersonate me? Was he tired of living?

Even Dylan had been fooled. Why was this happening?

The woman impersonating me curled her lips into a mocking smile: "Liam is inside entertaining important guests. He doesn't have time to bother with a lunatic like you."

"Dylan, get rid of her. Don't let her ruin this special day."

A sinister glint flashed in Dylan's eyes. He crouched down, reaching out to touch my face.

"Oh, Celeste, you really said it? I've been wanting to get my hands on her for ages..."

Before he could finish, I snatched his outstretched wrist, using all my strength to slam him onto the ground.

Then I quickly pulled out my small self-defense knife and pressed it against the impostor's throat.

"Tell me, who are you? Get Liam out here!"

My shouts drew the attention of the wedding guests.

Spotting a few familiar faces, I immediately called out, "Mr. Davis, Ms. Miller! We just signed a partnership last month! You tell them, am I Aubrey Sterling or not?"

I desperately wanted to prove myself, even freeing one hand to pull up the contract on my phone.

But they looked at me, then at the printed words and contract photos, with blank expressions.

I froze.

Why didn't they recognize me?

I struggled, trying to pull up a video of my company's press conference, but a sudden sharp pain shot through my lower back.

It was a taser.

I was zapped unconscious.

Before my awareness completely faded, I saw the man resembling Liam pull the impostor into his arms.

He called her his wife affectionately, asking if she was hurt.

Why was this happening?

Despair surged through my heart. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a hospital.

No one was around, and the door to my room wasn't locked.

I struggled to my feet and ran out.

I had to find out the truth!

Just outside the room, I saw Liam's parents.

I rushed forward excitedly. If others wouldn't recognize me, my mother and father-in-law certainly would.

When we got married, they adored me, treating me like their own daughter.

I was afraid of the dark, and Eleanor would leave a light on and stay with me until I fell asleep. I loved sweets, and Richard would immediately make me sugary cakes.

They would definitely be able to confirm my identity.

But just as I was about to approach, the impostor walked towards them, holding a pregnancy test report.