My Fiance Knowingly Married An Imposter

After my grandmother passed away, I returned from my countryside home to Oberis City, ready to tidy things up and prepare for my wedding.

But no sooner had I arrived at the wedding planning company, ready to book an extravagant, luxurious wedding, than the staff there delivered a piece of news that struck me like a thunderbolt. The groom—my groom—had already gotten married.

Three months ago, Cain Bassett, the eldest son of the wealthiest family's conglomerate, tied the knot with his childhood sweetheart, the daughter of the mayor of Lith City—Mary Schindler.

Now here I stood, frowning in front of the grand gates of Cain's villa.

But the thing is, I am Mary Schindler, the daughter of the mayor of Lith City.

I stood in front of the grand gates of Cain's villa, the chill of the situation biting harder than the morning breeze. The butler, stiff and curt, didn't even let me inside.

"Mr. Bassett has made it clear," he said, "whoever dares to impersonate his wife has some nerve. He's known his wife since childhood—they grew up together. How could he ever mistake someone else for her?"

Beside me, my younger cousin Hailey's face flushed with anger, tears welling up in her eyes. "Mary, what is going on here? Why are they accusing you of being an impostor? Wasn't it always decided that you and Cain would marry? Didn't we come here to prepare for your wedding?"

I raised a finger to my lips and hushed her. The truth was, I had returned to Oberis City ahead of my parents to get a head start on the wedding preparations. They were tied up with work and couldn't accompany me, so I thought I'd take care of the arrangements myself—after all, weddings are no small feat.

But things took a turn for the bizarre as soon as I arrived at the wedding planning company. I'd just finished discussing the basic concept with the lead designer when she glanced at a photo of my fiancé on my phone. Her expression soured immediately, like she'd bitten into a green persimmon.

"Miss Schindler, this… this is Mr. Bassett?" she stammered.

"Yes, of course. He's my fiancé," I replied, puzzled.

Her face crumpled further. "But… Mr. Bassett got married three months ago. Our company organized the wedding."

For five years, I'd been back in my countryside home, taking care of my grandmother as a full-time granddaughter while she battled her illness. I hadn't set foot in Oberis City during that time.

When Grandma passed away, my mother summoned me back to fulfill the long-standing engagement between the Bassett family and ours—a union arranged since childhood. With both of us nearing thirty, there was no more time to delay.

The moment I uncovered the truth, I marched straight to the Bassett family's doorstep, demanding answers, only to be met with cold disdain.

The arrogance of the Bassett household and Cain's outright dismissal of me made me scoff. Mistake? You better hope you haven't made