Chapter 1

My wife Vivian was raped and murdered. To avenge her, I stabbed the killer seven times in the abdomen and was sentenced to ten years in prison.

Three years later, I was released early. I tore up the succession contract my billionaire father handed me and chose to become a chef instead.

But the address for my first order turned out to be the crime scene where Vivian was killed—our marital home.

My mind in turmoil, I finished cooking. Then I heard the sound of a key turning in the lock.

I looked up. A figure identical to Vivian walked in with a smile.

I froze in place, my heart pounding as if it would leap out of my throat.

She was being led by a man, walking toward the dining table with a blissful smile on her face.

I recognized that man.

My defense attorney—Julian.

Julian pulled her back just as she was about to sit down at the table, then smiled as he pulled a ring from his suit jacket pocket.

She covered her mouth, eyes wide.

Their friends whistled and cheered around them. Panic seized me, and I stood up and shouted.

"You can't marry him!"

She turned her head, looking at me with confusion and unfamiliarity.

Julian saw it was me and froze, his expression suddenly darkening. "Williams? What are you doing here?!"

His gaze dropped to my chef's uniform, stained with grease until it was nauseating, and a smirk played at the corner of his mouth.

"So you're out of prison. And you're our chef for today."

People around us snickered.

"Is he the guy whose wife was raped, so he killed the rapist in a rage?"

"He used to be such a big shot. Everyone on the street would greet him. Now he's here cooking for us!"

Julian took her right hand and knelt down on one knee with a smile.

"Williams, Georgina isn't your dead wife. She's my bride-to-be."

Georgina stood there, one hand covering Julian's mouth with a smile, extending her other hand to him.

"You don't need to say anything. I do."

Vivian had loved me with all her life.

If she were still alive, she would never accept another man's proposal. Only me.

But Georgina looked like her, sounded like her...

I fell into endless confusion, then glanced up inadvertently.

When Georgina rolled up her sleeve, I saw a small heart-shaped birthmark on her forearm!

My heart trembled!

This was Vivian's unique birthmark. There couldn't be a second person in the world with it!

I rushed forward and grabbed Georgina's hand, pointing at the heart-shaped birthmark on her arm.

"This birthmark—have you had it since birth?"

Julian grabbed my clothes and yanked hard, throwing me onto the sofa.

He pointed at me impatiently. "Williams, you can leave once you're done cooking."

"I'm proposing to Georgina. Try to interfere again and see what happens."

I stood up and gripped Georgina's arm tightly.

"Georgina, have you lost your memory? How could you forget me?"

"Let me take you to the hospital, okay?"

Georgina struggled fiercely, her face ice cold.

Vivian was an only child.

I didn't believe there could be two people in the world who looked this much alike.

I tried to convince Georgina to go to the hospital for a DNA test.

Julian walked up to me, raised his hand, and slapped me across the face, his finger pointing at my nose.

"Williams, this is my home now, not yours anymore!"

This house had once been the marital home I shared with Vivian.

After she died, I'd asked a realtor to sell it for me to avoid painful memories.

But I never imagined the buyer would be Julian, a student I'd sponsored.

Even less did I imagine that a woman who looked so much like Vivian would appear in our former marital home.