Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 30

Today marks the one-year anniversary of my relationship with Ruben Morris.

Just after midnight, Ruben posted something on Instagram.

"The sea that was left waiting, I watched it for you."

The picture was one of him kissing me.

At first glance, I was shocked and a bit confused.

Why had I never seen this photo before?

I zoomed in on the picture.

My body stiffened.

That’s not me?

Who is that?

The clothes are the same, the side profile almost identical to mine?

After a while, the comments started flooding in:

"Ruben, ask for 99 from your sister-in-law!"

"Best wishes, best wishes!"

My best friend: "Joanna Phillips, did you secretly get plastic surgery behind my back? Still looks good, best wishes for 99!"

But there were also different comments appearing:

"This doesn’t seem like Joanna..."

"Isn’t this Joella? Ruben’s first love?"

I got up from the bed, slammed the bedroom door, and walked into the living room.

I looked at Ruben, who was lounging on the couch, scrolling through his phone.

I handed him the phone coldly:

His emotions finally shifted a bit, and he closed the screen of his phone.

He grabbed my hand, speaking earnestly:

"Joanna, you’re overthinking. No one would recognize her.

"If you hadn’t looked closely, even you would have been confused!"

His words made me so angry I wanted to strangle him.

I took a few deep breaths, trying to calm myself down:

"So, you’re treating me as a stand-in, trying to play both sides?"

"Don’t talk nonsense! I haven’t! Joella passed away in a car accident, today is the anniversary of her death."

At this point, he let go of my hand, and his eyes instantly grew dim.

"Sorry."