Once the Fake Son Died, the True Heir’s Lies Fell Apart

On the day of the wedding, my fiancée stood beside the car door, refusing to get in. “I’m not marrying you today.”

I stood there in shock, unable to move, while her friends burst into laughter. “Game over, sisters. I won.”

“Claire, you’re unbelievable! You actually managed to win this handsome man.”

“Now hand over all your bets and the gift money. Not a single coin less.”

Then, my brother, Matthew Rodriguez, wearing the same suit as mine, stepped out of another wedding car, took my fiancée’s hand and helped her inside.