MasukWhen Erica finished serving her short sentence, she emerged looking haggard, stripped of the confidence she once carried.One day, just after leaving the police station, she spotted Liam on the street, looking just as battered and worn. The moment their eyes met, fury flared between them. Erica's face contorted with rage as she marched forward. "This is all your fault! I lost money, and I ended up in jail because of you! Liam, give me back the past six months of my life!"Liam sneered and retorted, "Don't act like the victim here. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be in this mess. Have some shame!"Erica was completely enraged by his words. Her eyes darkened, and her chest heaved with fury. In a blind surge of anger, she rushed back to her car, slammed on the accelerator, and drove straight at Liam. He was thrown to the ground, lying in a pool of blood, while Erica's car careened out of control into the roadside barrier. She was immediately arrested by the police on the spot.L
She pulled her ID from her pocket and held it out to us."I never claimed to be the Ms. Wright your family arranged for," she said.Liam froze as disbelief and fury were etched across his face. "What do you mean? You've been lying to me?"Erica refused to back down. She let out a cold laugh. "Lying to you? I haven't even finished settling accounts with you. At least my name is real. You? Everything about you is fake, and you've got the nerve to call me out?"In an instant, their conversation exploded into a bitter argument, with every shred of pretense and trust between them crumbling as they tore into each other's secrets.From the sidelines, Dad's gaze pierced with cold disdain. For the first time, the truth became clear to me.This "Erica" was nothing more than a fringe player in the study-abroad scene, living off the wealth and influence of others. She had mastered the art of fabricating a background, gaining trust through appearances alone. When Liam arrived in Marindor an
Liam's expression shifted from pleading to outright anger. His voice trembled with suppressed resentment. "Why? Why is it so easy for you to get everything, and I can't? It's all things you don't want, so why can't I have them? I only—""You're nothing but a thief and a fraud," I said, my eyes cold. "You've taken what was never yours, and you still think you have the right to claim it?"His face twisted with rage, and his composure started to unravel. His voice trembled with desperation. "It's not fair! You've had everything handed to you since you were a child, living in luxury without a care, but what about me? Why can't I have the same?"Dad watched his outburst with a cold, unyielding gaze and said, "You have no right to speak of such things. Nothing you took belongs to you, and you have no right to demand forgiveness from anyone."He then turned to the police, ignoring Liam's complaints entirely.Liam's face went pale as panic washed over him.He turned to Erica, as if rea
When Liam turned ten years old, his parents divorced, and his father insisted on taking him away.From that day, our contact gradually dwindled. Later, I only heard that his father's gambling had left him in ruin. Mom had worried about his future for a long time and had sent him money a few times, but there was little more she could do to help.And now, our reunion came under such circumstances.We were on our way to the police station when Erica stood nearby, forcing a laugh as she tried to excuse herself. "Mr. Arnold, I think I'll step back from this family matter. I trust you'll handle it."Dad cast her a cold, firm glance. "We are all going together, Ms. Wright. After all, you are involved in this as well."Erica's smile froze, and she had no choice but to follow, looking nervous and unsettled.At the police station, Liam finally began to explain the whole scheme of impersonating me.He kept his head down, completely stripped of his earlier facade and composure. His voice tr
Erica looked around, trying to find some explanation on the fake Adam's face. But seeing his nervousness and the way he recoiled, her expression twisted into a mix of confusion and anger.The people around us began murmuring. Some covered their mouths in shock, while others looked at me with sympathy, finally beginning to understand the truth behind this farce.The fake Adam had completely lost the composure and confidence he had shown before. Panic was written all over his face. His eyes darted restlessly as he pleaded, "Mr. Arnold, please, let me explain. I did not mean to. I just—"Dad turned his head toward me, and for a moment there was a hint of pity in his eyes. "Well? Are you waiting for me to call you?" he said coldly.I froze for a second before stepping forward. "Dad," I muttered.As the word left my mouth, all the anger and humiliation I had been holding back rushed up at once, stinging my chest. My body trembled uncontrollably. Tears burned my eyes as I pointed at t
A tall, imposing man stood at the doorway. Clad in a dark suit and wearing a stern expression, he exuded authority that brooked no challenge.His eyes swept coldly across the room and settled on Erica and the fake Adam. "Let go," he commanded.Erica froze and instinctively loosened her grip. She looked up at him skeptically. "Who are you? How dare you tell me what to do?"His expression briefly darkened, and after a pause, he coldly said, "I am Arnold Richmond."Erica blinked in shock. Then, recognition and nervousness flooded her features. "You're Adam's father, Mr. Arnold Richmond?"She forced a smile and hurried to explain herself. "Mr. Arnold, you couldn't have arrived at a better time. Someone has been impersonating Adam and even attempted to get into the house. I caught him for you. There he is!"With a self-satisfied smile, she pushed me in front of Dad, as if taking full credit for catching me.As Dad's eyes swept over me, a storm of anger and disappointment simmered beh







