On the day of her wedding to her childhood sweetheart, Natalie Ford received an unexpected gift: a marriage certificate. It stated that she was already married to a complete stranger—Aiden Handrix. While the wedding guests continued to mock and insult her, her lover Ivan decided to dump her, choosing to marry her half-sister Briena instead. To add insult to injury, she was thrown out of her home. To prove her innocence, Natalie Ford could only take one course of action - she had to find this mysterious Aiden Handrix and get to the bottom of this! The next day, there was news trending on the TV. Justin Harper, the heir of the richest family in the Bayford was returning home. Natalie’s eyes narrowed at the TV screen. ‘Why does this man look exactly like the man in the picture of my wedding certificate?’ In the quest of uncovering the mystery behind her said marriage, she decided to follow him and ask personally. “Are you married?” “No.” “Do you have a twin brother?” “No?” “By chance you heard the name Aiden Handrix?” “No.” “Then, who the hell are you?’ “Your brother.” “Wait, what?” “Yes. Now pack your bags and come home with me.” First got a husband out of the blue and now a brother with the same face? Was god creating clones and offering them to her with different relationships?
Ignoring the gazes around her, Natalie continued walking, hoping to see the one face that would welcome her with all his heart—her grandpa.
Albert's personal caretaker, Gael, approached her. "Ms. Natalie, this way, please."
Recognizing the man, she followed him. He led her directly to Albert, who seemed to be waiting just for her. He sat in his wheelchair, still unable to walk or exert himself too much after the surgery.
"Grandpa," Natalie greeted him with a smile.
"You're looking beautiful, Nat," the old man said, holding her hand.
"Thank you, Grandpa," she replied warmly.
Just then, Sephina came there, casting her usual disdainful gaze at Natalie. "So you do know how to dress properly. At least you didn't embarrass us all today with your lousy fashion sense."
"Sephina, not today," Albert interrupted, his voice firm. "She is our granddaughter."