My hypoglycemia started acting up then. I hadn't eaten dinner yet since I had been working overtime. On top of that, my emotions were running high.

My head began to spin, and I felt like I was on the verge of passing out. "I… I have low blood sugar. Can you give me something to eat?" I pleaded.

The man rose to his feet the moment the words left my lips.

My body stiffened from shock before I hurriedly shrank back against the seat.

He leaned down and moved closer to me. He gripped my chin with callused fingers and forced me to look at him.

My heart raced in my chest at the sudden lack of distance between us that almost felt strangely intimate.

What was the man planning to do? Was he going to strip me of my clothes and take nude photos of me? Or was he going to dismember me?

I clenched my fists. My entire body was shaking violently, and I didn't dare breathe too loudly.

"This better not be one of your schemes," the man hissed before he released my chin.

I breathed a sigh of relief as I watched him get out of the van and walk toward the trunk. For a split second, I considered throwing the door open and making a break for it. But when I remembered how weak I was at that moment, I quickly discarded the idea.

The man unlocked my handcuffs and offered me some bread.

I greedily stuffed the bread into my mouth, assuming that the man had finally calmed down. However, just as I wanted to eat more to build up my strength, the man snatched the bread out of my hands.

He grabbed my hair in the next second and glared at me. "I treated you so well and granted your every wish. Why did you toy with my feelings and swindled me out of my money?"

Pain shot through my scalp. I began to insincerely plead with the man again, making sure to make my voice sound as choked up as possible.

"I'm sorry! I only made those mistakes because I was immature and stupid. I'll never do it again. I swear!"

The man finally calmed down and sank into the seat across from me.

I relaxed a little, but sweat continued to pour down my back.

"He kept talking about taking revenge, but his plans completely fell apart when he came face-to-face with her. He's totally a hopeless romantic."

"She knows what she's doing. She managed to talk him into calming down. I bet he cherished her like a priceless treasure before she brought up wanting a divorce. This is true love!"

The comments continued to fan the flames of the situation.

However, I only felt wronged for suddenly getting caught up in this mess, especially since I didn't even know who the man was.

"You keep saying that you love me, but do you actually understand me? Why don't you take a closer look?"

The man looked up at me, his eyes flashing stubbornly and coldly.

"Alicia Sinclair, the only daughter of the Sinclair family. I saw you for the first time in an alley when I was ten years old. I've never forgotten about you ever since. Your waist and hip measurements are 24 inches and 35 inches, respectively. Your star sign is Cancer, and you love eating sweet and sour ribs.

"You hate cilantro, and you're scared of the dark and spiders. You always drink hot chocolate when you're on your period, and you like to prop your foot against the wall when you're sleeping."

I was completely dumbfounded by the man's detailed descriptions.

"This guy must be crazy about her! He watched over her for 15 years!"

"He knows every little thing about her. Let's see how this gold-digger is going to talk her way out of this situation now!"

My head spun as the comments continued to zoom past.

"I don't even remember some of the things you mentioned…"

Had I been transmigrated into another world? Or did another woman with the same name as me get involved with the man?

But why did this other woman drag my name through the mud? Her actions even caused me to be labeled as a gold-digger.

I refused to die for no reason. I had to explain the situation to him!

"You must have mistaken me for someone else. I've never been married. You'll know that I'm telling the truth when you look through the marriage registration system. My name won't show up in any marriage records!

"I've also saved all my photos in the cloud for the last six years. My personal album consists of photos of my daily life. I don't have a single photo with a man.

"The only people I chat with are my coworkers about work, and my family, who check in on me every day. I've never talked to any potential partners, let alone argue with someone about marriage and divorce!"

My vision was obscured with a flood of comments the moment the words left my lips.

"Oh my God! Has she lost her mind? Why's she still being so stubborn when she's in such a dangerous situation?"

"Seriously! Does she think that she can talk her way out of her predicament? Does she not realize who she's dealing with?"

"I'm done. I have no idea what her plan is. Is it possible that she's not lying? But no one's going to believe her!"

The man suddenly leaned toward me and plucked my phone out of my pocket. His fingers flew across the screen as a hint of barely discernible confusion flickered in his eyes. He then searched through my cloud until he found my personal album.

Hope bloomed in my heart then. I was convinced that the man was finally going to believe me.

However, the man suddenly let out a low chuckle in the next second. He hurled my phone to the ground before clamping his hands around my neck again.

"Do you take me for a fool?"

"I… I didn't…"

"She's way too gutsy. She's still trying to lie to him even though the cat is practically out of the bag."

"He's probably not going to forgive her this time. She's so terrible and stupid. She's basically signing her own death sentence by trying to come up with more excuses."

"I'm betting a bag of chips that she's not going to survive the night! Let's see what happens next!"

I felt like I was teetering on the verge of a breakdown as I read the comments.

"You've got the wrong person!" I exclaimed. "I don't know who did it, but someone stole my information and impersonated me! I have no idea who you are. Why won't you believe me? Why?"

I wondered who the malicious mastermind was pulling the strings behind the scenes. Why did they frame me like this?

I silently swore that I wouldn't let that person off the hook, even if I had to turn into a ghost and haunt them for the rest of their lives.

"Her panic looks genuine. Did someone actually impersonate her?"

"Oh my God! Is someone using her as a scapegoat? Maybe the impersonator was the one who fooled around with the man. And now, the real one is forced to bear the consequences of their actions."

"But how can someone fake a marriage? The man looked sick when he was going through her phone just now. He must have seen something devastating."

"This is getting really interesting. Who's the one who transmigrated into this world? Her or the other woman? We have to keep watching to find out the truth!"

The man suddenly loosened his grip around my neck.

I gasped for breath as I collapsed against the seat and sputtered, "I truly have no idea who you are. I've also never been married. You've got the wrong person—"

Pain lanced through my stomach before I could finish my sentence. I looked down and noticed that my skirt was suddenly stained with blood.

A wave of embarrassment crashed over me. I hastily used my hands to cover up the stain, wishing that I could find a hole to crawl into.

"Oh wow! Her period started at the perfect time. She has such amazing luck! His heart will probably soften because of that."

"I bet he won't be able to do anything to her for now. Maybe he'll even start rubbing her stomach for her!"

I felt completely hopeless as I powered through the pain. The man had just been snarling at me a few seconds ago. There was no way that he would care about my well-being.

He didn't say a word as he glanced at my flushed face and my hands that were gripping the hem of my skirt. Instead, he started the van and drove it out of the parking lot.

Comments immediately began to fly across my vision.

"Is he really going to buy hot chocolate for her? His thoughtfulness is going to seem so sudden!"

"He's taking such good care of her, even though she played with his feelings. She really lucked out by deceiving him of all people."

"He's the ultimate combination of being a hopeless romantic and a simp for her. There's no saving him now. I'm actually getting mad just watching him!"

The van slowed to a stop in front of a cafe.

The man got out, and it didn't take long for him to return with a cup of chocolate that he shoved into my hand.

A flurry of complicated emotions raged within me as I remained rooted to my seat.

The man drove to a convenience store before I could gather my thoughts. He was holding a pack of sanitary pads as he pulled open the door and dragged me out of the van.

"I'll walk you to the restroom."

"I can go by myself," I replied in a rush, unused to being so intimate with him.

However, the man didn't loosen his grip on me and insisted on walking me to the restroom. He even removed his coat and tied it around my waist to hide the stain on my skirt.

Although his movements were clumsy, I could sense the thoughtfulness in his actions.

"Oh my God, he's spoiling her rotten. What kind of spell did that gold-digger cast on him to mesmerize him so thoroughly?"

"Isn't this supposed to be an abduction? Why is he suddenly fussing over her because she got her period? He totally forgot what he was doing, didn't he?"

My heart was in total disarray when I exited the bathroom and got back into the van, cradling the cup of hot chocolate between my hands.

However, I was certain of my own character. Even if I were suffering from amnesia, I was confident that I wouldn't toy with someone's feelings.

But I was even more certain that I hadn't lost my memory, which made the current predicament I was in even more strange.

Could it be that I had a doppelganger who married this man? But why would they try to drag my name through the mud?

I closed my eyes and mulled over my thoughts. My eyes flew open in the next second when I suddenly understood what was going on.