The False Heiress Strikes Back

When the murderer attacked on the street, my boyfriend pushed me forward.

As I lay bleeding from a stab wound in my abdomen, he held his first love, watching me from afar.

Not only did I lose the child I was carrying, but I was left with lasting health issues.

Yet, he stood by my hospital bed, saying that it was my honor to shield them from harm and that this was my retribution.

All because I was just the imposter who had stolen the identity of his true love.