Chapter 1

Adam’s family butler drove me away ruthlessly, as if shooing away a beggar.

"These women nowadays have gone crazy trying to marry into wealthy families! Every single one claims to be Young Master Adam's wife. Mr. Adam said if anyone dares to impersonate again, he'll call the police!"

My maid who had been following me stamped her feet in anger. "Miss, what do they mean? You are the real Smith family's daughter. How dare they say you're an impostor?"

I smiled and pressed my finger to her lips, gesturing her to stay calm.

I was supposed to return to London with my family, but because business matters were too pressing, I chose to come alone.

I had planned to sort out the wedding details and procedures first, but unexpectedly encountered this situation.

At the wedding planning company, while discussing theme ideas with the designer, when I mentioned the groom's name, her expression turned to disbelief.

"Miss Smith, is your fiancé really called Adam?"

I was puzzled by her question.

"Yes, he's the heir to the financial group."

The designer's face alternated between pale and flushed as she struggled to speak, "But Young Master Adam got married two months ago. All the wedding arrangements were handled by our company..."

Due to my grandfather's poor health and my parents' busy schedules, I had been living in my rural hometown for a long time, somewhat disconnected from society, just to take better care of my grandfather.

After my grandfather passed away, my mother urged me to return to London quickly to prepare for the arranged marriage with Adam’s family.

After all, it was an engagement set since childhood, and I had never been interested in dating anyway.

Might as well just get married and be done with it.

As soon as I learned the truth, I rushed to Adam’s residence to get answers, only to be treated with contempt.

The family was arrogant and domineering, and Adam seemed indifferent to the situation. They think I'm an impostor?

I want to see who's really the impostor here.

I prepared hundreds of invitations - for Bonnie's art exhibition, to be held at Adam’s family mansion.

The name signed on the invitations was none other than London's talented lady, Bonnie.

Before long, the area in front of the mansion became increasingly lively, with all of London's prominent figures holding invitations and crowding at their front door.

"Isn't the talented Lady Bonnie's art exhibition supposed to be today? It's time already, why hasn't it started?"

"Indeed, I specifically flew back just to bid on one of Lady Smith's paintings."

"It's been so long, why hasn't the exhibition and auction started yet? Mr. Adam, where is your wife? Isn't this her art exhibition today? We all made special arrangements to come here."

"Yes, yes, I've got my money ready. I'm determined to take home one of Mrs. Smith's paintings."

"This is such a rare opportunity. When I heard your wife was holding an art exhibition and auction, I came without hesitation."

I sat leisurely in a cake shop across the street, watching the chaos unfold. Adam looked so flustered, at a loss with the crowd of guests gathering at his door.

Amidst the commotion, a woman emerged from the mansion, dressed head to toe in luxury brands, but with affected, coquettish mannerisms. With slightly reddened eyes, she clung to Adam's arm.

"Brother Adam, what's going on with these people?"

This was the woman who claimed to be London's talented lady Bonnie, Adam's wife.

After seeing the art exhibition auction invitations in the guests' hands with her signature, she shook her head in confusion and told them,

"There must be some mistake. I've never organized any art exhibition or auction. Someone must be impersonating me."

Talk about a thief crying 'stop thief.'

Chapter 2

Some guests became irritated. "If you're not hosting it, then who is? This has your personal signature and artist's seal. I couldn't possibly be mistaken!"

She responded confidently, as if she had prepared her rebuttal beforehand.

"I haven't been painting much lately. How could I possibly hold an exhibition? Besides, my right hand is injured. My painting and writing are all crooked now. Why would I invite you here just to embarrass myself?"

Adam tried to stop her, but it was too late. The guests grew increasingly dissatisfied.

"What kind of excuse is that? You're the renowned talented lady of London who's participated in so many painting competitions, and now you can't produce even one painting?"

"Yeah, who are you trying to fool? We just saw you sharing your previous artwork on social media recently."

"She'll say anything to deceive us!"

Adam hurriedly explained, "Distinguished guests, I'm so sorry. My wife spoke hastily. Her hand is indeed injured, and she hasn't painted for a while.

But she's been accomplished in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting since childhood. How could she be deceiving you?"

"Alright, alright. If you're not deceiving us, then let Mrs. Smith do a quick portrait sketch right now. With her reputation in the art world, a quick sketch shouldn't be difficult, right?"

My voice carried from the back of the crowd. They all turned to look at me, parting to create a path. I smiled coldly at him.

"What do you think, Mr. Adam? You said your wife excels in all these arts."

"We all know about her reputation in the art world. Let Mrs. Smith prove herself with a quick sketch."

The guests behind me chimed in, "Great idea! If we can watch Lady Bonnie's painting process in person, this trip won't be wasted!"

Adam glared at me viciously. "Who do you think you are? My wife isn't some monkey in a zoo for your entertainment."

"Adam’s family matters don't need your interference."

I turned to the guests with an innocent expression. "I just don't want everyone to have wasted their trip. We came by invitation - are you saying that's our fault?"

The woman claiming to be Mrs. Adam shrank behind Adam, whispering, "Brother Adam, I can't paint..."

She repeated his earlier excuse, "My right hand is injured, I can't paint."

I couldn't help but laugh.

"Miss Bonnie, have you forgotten your previous showcase video? Drawing with your left hand, completing a sketch in fifteen minutes, creating such delicate work. Please, Mrs. Adam, don't be modest. Show us."

"Hey! I found it - there really is such a video! And your right hand doesn't look injured at all."

"Yeah, didn't we just see you carrying your designer bag with your right hand?"

Having found this weakness, no one was willing to let it go.

Mrs. Bonnie's eyes welled with tears. Not giving her a chance to escape, I said, "Fiona, bring paper and pen. Please proceed, Mrs. Bonnie."

"I'm quite fond of Mrs. Bonnie's paintings. Whether she's genuine or not, I'll know once I see her work."

I took out my phone and found a photo. Fortunately, I had a habit of keeping records, which came in handy now.

All eyes were on Mrs. Bonnie. "Mrs. Bonnie, please demonstrate."

Cheng Youli was furious. He shoved me hard. "Who are you? How dare you come here and cause trouble. Don't force me to call the police."

Fiona quickly steadied me and retorted, "Adam, be gentle with my young miss. We haven't said anything wrong. Mr. Adam, are you feeling guilty?"

Stirred up by this, the crowd surged forward.

"You deceived all of us and still act so righteous? Is this how the family treats their guests?"

Mrs. Bonnie shouted, "Everyone shut up! If you want me to paint, fine, I'll paint!"

Nervously, she took the paper and pen, trying to copy an apple sketch from the phone.

Chapter 3

The result was truly awful.

An experienced artist needing to copy a reference just to draw an apple?

"Is this really someone's artwork?"

I covered my mouth and laughed, "What's wrong, Mrs. Bonnie? The difference between your public and private painting skills is quite stark. Could it be that you're not really Bonnie?"

Struck by my words, Mrs. Bonnie's face flashed with shock before she shrieked, "Nonsense! I am the Smith family's daughter, Bonnie Smith! I am Adam's wife! Someone get this troublemaker out of here!"

The security guards roughly pushed me outside without hesitation.

Fiona, who had been protecting me, was violently pushed to the ground.

Adam abandoned all pretense of dignity, pointing at me, "Who sent you to cause trouble? Tell me!"

Restrained by security, I couldn't move. Mrs. Bonnie yanked off my face mask, and when she saw my face, her eyes suddenly turned sharp.

Fiona hurriedly got up from the ground, shouting, "Let go of my sister! How dare you treat us like this? Do you know who my sister is? Just wait, we won't let you get away with this!"

"SLAP!" - an extremely loud sound rang out, and Fiona's face immediately swelled.

"Shut your mouth, you little wretch! How dare you threaten me?"

I tried to protect Fiona, but could barely help myself. "So this is how Adam’s family treats their guests.

Miss Bonnie, don't you always claim to be cultured and reasonable? I see you're just unreasonable and aggressive."

Mrs. Bonnie looked down at me triumphantly. "I am Adam's wife. Who do you think you are to cause trouble in front of me? Don't your parents discipline you?"

"Well then, I'll discipline you on their behalf!"

As she finished speaking, she stepped forward and delivered a vicious slap across my face.

The stinging pain spread across my cheek. Even my parents had never struck me like this - when had I ever suffered such humiliation?

Fiona screamed desperately, "Apologize to my sister! Adam’s family is finished!"

She sneered, "Oh, I'm so scared. It's just the two of you here now - who are you trying to intimidate? Should I tear that mouth of yours?"

Taking advantage of the guards' momentary distraction, I broke free and shouted, "I am the real Bonnie Smith! Adam’s family's wife is an impostor!"

The crowd fell silent for a few seconds before erupting into chaos.

Adam hadn't planned to intervene, but hearing my words, his demeanor changed drastically.

He tried to grab me, but I quickly retreated into the crowd. "Mr. Adam, you had an engagement with Bonnie, yet two months ago you married this lady, accepting her as Bonnie Smith."

"I just want to know - is the name on the marriage certificate also Bonnie?"

Adam's face darkened; I had hit the mark.

Mrs. Bonnie jumped forward, "You have no right to question my relationship with Ad. Failed at your impersonation attempt and now you're desperate, aren't you?"

Stubborn as ever. I snorted and pulled out my ID card.

There it was, clear as day - my name: Bonnie Smith.

"I'm going to find a lawyer and sue you for identity theft, for using my identity to deceive society and marry into a wealthy family."

The crowd exploded, "No wonder her painting was so terrible - she's a fake Mrs. Bonnie!"

"Come to think of it, it was strange. When the Adam heir got married, only people from the family attended."

"The wedding was so modest, hardly anyone we knew was there. I thought it was odd then, but now it all makes sense."

Mrs. Bonnie played the victim, tears streaming down her face. "Our families arranged this marriage. I didn't want to be too high-profile or waste public resources, but now you're all maliciously doubting me..."

"I don't want to explain anymore. You'll only believe this woman's one-sided story anyway."

"Brother Ad and I fell in love at first sight. Our relationship is solid. Are you jealous? Trying to come between us? Miss, how can you be so vicious!"

"As women, how could you do this? With things like this, I might as well die!"

With that, she made a show of trying to slam herself into the door, but Adam pulled her back.

"Wife, are you crazy?! Hurting yourself over this shrew isn't worth it!"

Adam held her tightly as she sobbed in his arms, acting utterly wronged.

His eyes blazing red, Adam ordered, "Grab these two madwomen! I want to see what they're really after!"

Fiona struggled against the security guards' restraint, desperately trying to protect me, only to receive another slap.

Another guard, seeing an opportunity to prove his loyalty, pinned Fiona down and delivered slap after slap. "How dare you! I'll teach you a lesson!"

Seeing other guards rushing to grab me, I pulled out a sharp knife and held it to my neck. "Don't move! I am the real Miss Bonnie of the Smith family. If anything happens to me, when my parents return, you'll all be finished!"

The guards who had been about to grab me immediately backed away after seeing the knife - they couldn't afford to be responsible if something went wrong.