Summary
In the eighth month of Xie Chen’s marriage, I got pregnant.
But I wasn’t his wife.
I was only a stand-in.
Miss Lin had run away from her wedding, and because I looked eighty percent like her, I was dragged in to take her place.
Mr. Lin promised me five million after one year.
Now, however, there had been one teeny-tiny change to the plan.
I hurriedly called him.
“If you’ve found her, switch us back right now.”
“If you don’t, soon you won’t be able to!”
I didn’t even pack my luggage.
That very night, I was sent away.
Half a month later, I was feeding pigeons on a street in Paris while contemplating what to do about the baby.
Then, all of a sudden, someone pulled me into his arms.
The man gently stroked my cheek, his voice slow and soft.
“Honey, are you done playing?”
“If you are, it’s time to come home.”