Delayed Arrival

In the eighth month of Xie Chen’s marriage, I got pregnant. But I wasn’t his wife. I was only a stand-in. Miss Lin had run away from her wedding, and because I looked eighty percent like her, I was dragged in to take her place. Mr. Lin promised me five million after one year. Now, however, there had been one teeny-tiny change to the plan. I hurriedly called him. “If you’ve found her, switch us back right now.” “If you don’t, soon you won’t be able to!” I didn’t even pack my luggage. That very night, I was sent away. Half a month later, I was feeding pigeons on a street in Paris while contemplating what to do about the baby. Then, all of a sudden, someone pulled me into his arms. The man gently stroked my cheek, his voice slow and soft. “Honey, are you done playing?” “If you are, it’s time to come home.”