Married First, Loved Later : A Flash Marriage with My Ex's 'Uncle' novel Chapter 493

Chapter 493: Hard to Tell the Real from the Fake

Joe erupted in fury. "Logan, what the hell do you mean by this? Are you just hell-bent on throwing mud at my daughter?!"

Logan didn’t even bother acknowledging Joe. His gaze slid lazily to the impostor.

"No plastic surgery, huh?"

The impostor’s voice quivered with wounded innocence. "Logan, if I really wanted to surgically alter myself to look like Selina, it wouldn’t be something I could finish overnight. Why would I even pretend to be Selina? I’m not insane."

Logan gave a cool nod, his expression unreadable, and shot Jack a look. Jack caught it instantly and leaned in to quietly give an order.

Meanwhile, the impostor kept scrambling to defend herself. "I can swear to you, there’s only one person in this world with this face—and it’s me. Even if someone out there looked like me, they’d be the one who got surgery..."

"Oh, really?" Logan’s voice was a razor-sharp whisper. "Then why don’t we have Mrs. Reid here and me both take a little test—find out which one of us is the one who’s been altered?"

Suddenly—

The heavy doors of the conference room burst open with a deafening bang.

A clear, steady female voice rang out, each syllable like a gavel striking wood.

Everyone froze.

Every pair of eyes swung toward the doorway.

And then, the room went dead silent. People stared, slack-jawed, as if they’d stepped into a hallucination.

Because standing there... was another Mrs. Reid.

The woman who walked in looked exactly like Selina.

Exactly.

Could there really be two people in the world who looked like this?

The impostor’s pupils shrank to pinpoints. Her face twitched with raw terror.

What’s happening? What’s happening— That’s Selina?!

Selina couldn’t possibly be here. She couldn’t—

And her face!

Jacob had sworn Selina’s face could never be restored.

No. No. No.

She couldn’t be exposed—

The impostor’s voice cracked as she blurted, "You’re—"

"Selina."

Logan’s eyes widened, surprise flashing for just three seconds before the realization hit him.

—She’d taken the drug.

To restore her face.

To help him.

His Selina had swallowed a pill with unknown side effects, just to stand here now.

Logan strode forward and gripped her hand, his gaze flooding with something raw and aching: I could’ve handled this on my own—why did you risk it?

Selina’s eyes met his, steady and sure: Because I wanted to help you.

The room erupted in whispers.

This woman—the one who had just walked in—this was Mrs. Reid?

Then the Mrs. Reid who’d been standing there all along...

The one who’d been sobbing, accusing, playing the victim...

Who was she?

Viewers online went into a frenzy, desperate to tell who was real, who was fake.

But inside the room, the answer was painfully obvious.

The newcomer’s presence hit like a tidal wave—calm, poised, utterly unflinching.

The "Mrs. Reid" from before now looked like she was cracking apart—her face twitching, her eyes filled with venom as her careful script unraveled.

Almost instantly, paid trolls flooded the live chat, scrambling to spin it:

She’s fake! This is Logan’s trick! The woman who just walked in must be some surgery monster!

Inside the room, Amelia latched onto the same narrative, snapping sharply, "Logan, don’t think you can wriggle out of this by dragging some woman in here and calling her Selina! The one next to you is the imposter—we can all see with our own eyes!"

Joe froze for just a second.

Then his eyes met Selina’s.

Her gaze was cool, sharp, cold enough to cut.

Something inside him flinched.

This is Selina.

This was Selina.

Wasn’t it?

Could it be... he’d gotten it wrong again?

A wave of cold dread swept over Joe’s body.

No.

No, it couldn’t be.

"Joe," Hannah’s voice cut in smoothly, dripping false concern. "Selina’s crying. Look."

Joe snapped out of it, instinctively turning back to look at "Selina."

His "daughter" was crying.

Yes—yes, this was his daughter!

He couldn’t face the possibility he’d mistaken her again—he wouldn’t.

Better to cling to the lie. Better to ride this all the way down.

Joe’s face hardened with righteous anger.

"Logan, you’ve already betrayed my daughter, and I haven’t even held you accountable for that yet—and now you bring in some imposter to replace her? What the hell are you trying to pull?!" 𝒇𝒓𝒆𝒆𝙬𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝒎

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