Impersonated Groom Betrothed Bride

Prologue

Grandfather passed away. I came to the capital to find my betrothed.

I had heard he was proud and already had someone he loved. He supposedly despised me, this fiancée from the countryside.

I felt uneasy the whole journey. Only when I met him did I realize the rumors were false.

He looked self-disciplined and carried himself with quiet grace. His features were sharp and striking—and he treated me with genuine care.

I married him with peace in my heart.

Three months after the wedding, his nephew, who had been away studying, returned to pay respects. He stared at me in a daze.

Later, I overheard him confronting my husband, his face full of disbelief.

"Second Uncle! How could you impersonate me and marry my fiancée?"