Seven years After Losing Me, My Fiancé Fell in Love with a Fake Heiress — Novel

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Seven years can change everything—or perhaps nothing at all. For Olivia, the gap between her past and present feels insurmountable. Abducted and presumed lost, she returns home only to find her fiancé, John, entangled in a life with her adopted sister, Maria. The love that once bound them is now frayed, replaced by a chilling sense of betrayal. As Olivia watches them together, the pain of being forgotten gnaws at her heart. How can John love someone else when their dreams were once intertwined?

In a world where loyalty and love collide, Olivia must navigate the treacherous waters of familial expectations and her own unresolved feelings. Is she merely a ghost haunting the edges of their happiness? Or can she reclaim her place in a story that seems to have rewritten itself without her consent? As secrets unravel and emotions escalate, Olivia faces a choice: to fight for the life she lost or to let go of the past that continues to haunt her.

With the stakes higher than ever, will Olivia find a way to heal, or will the tangled web of love, guilt, and sacrifice pull her deeper into despair?

Seven years After Losing Me, My Fiancé Fell in Love with a Fake HeiressChapter 1

Four hours I’ve been waiting for John at the romantic restaurant for New Year's Eve.

I saw a photo on my Instagram of my adopted sister smiling sweetly under the fireworks. The caption read: [Our fifth annual fireworks extravaganza. The one who loves you will never care if you're real or fake.]

The comments section was filled with unanimous blessings. And the hand in the photo, misaligned, touching her head belonged to John, who had told me three hours earlier he'd be there soon.

I calmly liked the post. Under the dazzling fireworks, I finished the couple's set meal alone. Until the last bite of the stale, the steak was tasteless. I was so full I was about to cry.

So, in the seven years he'd lost me, he'd already fallen in love with my substitute.

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After finishing the last bite of steak, my mother called, “Olivia, don’t misunderstand. Maria’s used to it. We all thought you weren’t coming back, so we arranged their engagement. Now that John wants to marry you, don’t hold this little thing against Maria. After all, it’s our family that owes her.”