I rush into work this morning and accidentally send the car photos meant for the dealership into the medical intern group chat.

The new intern snaps at me. "Dr. Tyson, why are you sending me pictures of my car? Are you jealous and trying to steal attention?"

I stop short and ask if she has mixed things up, because the car is mine.

She fires back with a whole stack of photos of herself driving a G-class with one hand, plus videos to prove the car in my picture belongs to her.

She even tacks on a snide little jab. "You're a shameless, broke wannabe. You want any spotlight you can grab. You think a picture of a car is going to make you the lady of the Reed family?"

I frown and turn to my husband, Jackson Reed. "Since when does the Reed family have a second lady of the house?"

I rushed to work this morning and accidentally sent the car pictures meant for the dealership to the medical intern group chat.

I didn't even get the chance to delete them before a few interns saw them, and the chat blew up.

"Damn! That G-Class with the starlight roof is crazy expensive. The upgrade alone must've cost a fortune. I didn't know Dr. Tyson was loaded!"

"I didn't expect her to be a trust-fund baby. I'm shocked!"

"Dr. Tyson, what do your parents do? That G-Class has to cost a few million dollars, right?"

Within minutes, the group chat was filled with dozens of messages. Everyone kept asking about my family.

A few male interns even messaged me privately to ask me out.

I felt helpless and simply replied, "I'm not a trust-fund baby. It was a birthday gift from my husband. Let's please focus on work."

I didn't even finish typing the rest of my message when my junior, Christina Vaughan, jumped in.

"Dr. Tyson, why did you send pictures of my car? Are you jealous and trying to get attention?

"And now you say it was a gift from your husband? What? Are you trying to brag that you married into some rich family?

"I should've never driven my car to the hospital. You stalked me, took pictures, and used them to show off. This is gross."

Her sharp words stunned me. I stared at the screen and asked, "Are you talking to me? Christina, you must be confused. Maybe our cars just look alike?"

She went quiet for a few seconds. Then she flooded the chat with pictures of herself and her G-Class, including videos of her driving it.

Her words turned even harsher. "The starlight roof in my G-Class is custom. There's nothing else like it. How does a broke doctor like you have the nerve to say yours looks like mine?

"You crept around my car, snapped a picture, and claimed it's yours. Why don't you take a photo of a castle next and say you own it?"

Her mockery hit hard. The interns turned on me at once.

"Dr. Tyson, that's not how you flex. This is just embarrassing."

"If you don't have a car, just say so. Why do something this cheap? And Christina caught you in seconds too."

"I can't believe someone this vain is training us. Are you going to turn us into liars too?"

More messages poured in, all snide. Someone even tagged me and told me to apologize to Christina.

I frowned and tagged her. "What's wrong with you? Why are you inside my car? And when did you make those videos?"

I designed the starlight roof myself. It was one of a kind.

So the second she sent her pictures and videos, I knew it was my car. That was why I asked her directly.

Christina replied, "Do you have no shame? Why are you still claiming the car is yours? Want me to drive it right up to your face so you can stop lying? If it's really your car, tell me the color of the interior then."

"It's gray," I answered confidently. I had just had the dealership change it a few days ago.

The next second, she replied with a selfie inside the car. The interior was bright pink.

She laughed at me. "You really are low-class. You gave yourself away so quickly. The interior was gray when you stalked my car, but I changed it to pink yesterday!

"What happened? Didn't have time to take a new picture, huh? Dr. Vain?"

The rest of the interns saw that and believed her instantly.

"Dr. Tyson looks so cool on the outside, but she's this desperate in private. What bad luck that she's our supervisor."

"Right? She tried to pass off someone else's luxury car as her own. Christina exposed her in seconds! That's next-level embarrassing!"

"She lies without blinking. For all we know, her so-called academic credentials might be fake too. These days, plenty of female doctors cozy up to old professors just to get a paper published.

The messages got worse and even more disgusting.

I was ready to fire back, but a nurse rushed in to tell me there was an emergency surgery.

I had no time to argue with the interns. I ran to the operating room at once.

When I walked out of the operating room, it was already late afternoon.

I stepped into the lobby and spotted a delivery guy walking in with a giant bouquet of yellow roses. He asked loudly, "Is there a Mrs. Reed here? Mr. Reed ordered these flowers for you."

I couldn't help but smile.

I had rushed out this morning and argued with Jackson over nothing. We had ignored each other all day. Those yellow roses were clearly his peace offering.

I held back a laugh and stepped forward. "They're mine. I'm—"

"Don't touch my flowers!"

Before I even reached the bouquet, Christina shot in from the other side. She shoved me hard and glared at me with pure contempt.

"Seriously, Josephine Tyson. Where's your dignity? First, you claimed my car was yours this morning, and now you're trying to steal my flowers. Do you have no shame at all?"

Her shove made me stumble. I hadn't planned to argue, but her attitude lit a fire in me. I frowned at her. "Are you out of your mind? Those are my flowers."

The interns standing behind Christina burst out laughing. They pointed at me like they were watching a circus show.

"Stop pretending, Dr. Tyson. A huge bouquet of roses like that? Only Christina's rich husband could afford something like it. Who on earth would send anything like that to you?"

"Seriously. I've never seen someone stoop so low for flowers. The way you ran up there without a hint of pride made me embarrassed for you."

"She's lucky Christina is a gracious society wife. Anyone else would've already called security!"

Christina put on a shy little act beside them. "Oh, stop. You're all terrible. I told you my identity is supposed to stay private, and now you're saying it out loud.

"My darling husband is the heir to a powerful family. Everyone wants a piece of him. I don't want random people bothering us every day."

The others quickly comfort her. They praised her and said they understood, looking at her with open envy.

I stared at them, stunned. Annoyance bubbled inside me. "So your darling husband lets you drive someone else's car and grab someone else's flowers? Society wife? If you're that wealthy, why are you even working? Just go home and rest!"

"You know nothing. I earn my keep!" Christina flushed bright red. My words had clearly hit a nerve.

She took a step toward me and said, "I'll say his name and scare you straight. My husband is the heir to Reed Group!"

I froze for a second before I realized who she meant. I frowned and asked back, "You mean Jackson Reed?"

"How dare you! Who do you think you are to say my husband's name so casually?"

She glared at me with wild arrogance.

I was speechless. "Did Jackson marry you in your dreams?"

"You dare insult me?" Christina's face twisted with rage. She tilted her chin up in disdain. "My husband won't let you get away with this—"

I raised my hand and cut her off, "I don't know what your husband will do. But I can tell you this. You pretending to be the wife of the Reed family's heir is fraud, and Jackson will definitely not let it slide!"

Watching someone pretend to be a society wife at my expense was a new experience. I almost applauded.

Christina's face reddened even more. "How dare you say I'm pretending. I am Jackson Reed's wife!"

"Where's the proof?" I asked, staring at her. "Talk is cheap. Why should I believe you're Mrs. Reed?"

"I-I'll call my husband right now," she sputtered. "He'll come here himself."

She whipped out her phone and purred into it. "Honey, come to the hospital. Some awful woman doesn't believe who you are, and she keeps bullying me."

"Who's dumb enough to mess with my woman? I'm on my way right now!" the man on the other end replied instantly.

Christina squared her shoulders and looked around triumphantly. "Everyone, stay. When my husband gets here, he won't let this tramp off easy!"

I was stunned by her confidence. If her husband really was Jackson Reed, then who was my husband

So I texted Jackson and asked him to pick me up at the hospital.

"Okay," Jackson replied quickly.

His message eased my nerves and made me look forward to this real-Jackson versus fake-Jackson showdown even more.

While we waited for Jackson to show up, Christina grew even bolder.

She held the yellow roses and spoke to me smugly. "Josephine, I get that you grew up poor and love shiny things, but I won't let you slander me like this.

"You need to get on your knees and apologize. You also need to promise you won't use my name again. If you don't, my husband will teach you a lesson!"

I almost laughed.

I didn't even speak yet when the other interns jumped in.

"Christina, you're way too kind. She lied about you this badly, and you only asked her to kneel and apologize."

"Dr. Tyson, Mr. Reed isn't someone you can joke about. You should kneel now. If Mr. Reed gets here, he won't go easy on you."

"Yeah. I heard Mr. Reed never appears in public. But he came all the way here for Christina. Doesn't that tell you how serious this is?"

Jackson did hate showing up in public. That was just who he was. I never thought it would be used against me.

This whole thing was insane.

I let out a cold laugh. "Let's see who walks away today!"

Christina had been posing as me, using my identity as Mrs. Reed, everywhere. She even took my car and changed the interior.

I needed to know how she pulled it off. I couldn't let her drag my name through the mud.

Christina scoffed. "You can keep acting tough. You'll see what my husband can do any minute now."

Right then, noise rose from the entrance. The hospital director, Edward Doyle, and several department heads rushed forward.

"Mr. Reed, welcome. What a surprise to see you here! Why didn't you let us know? I would have come out to greet you personally."

"Mr. Reed, that 30 million dollars you invested in our medical equipment solved a huge problem for us. Everyone here is so grateful to you."

I looked up, and sure enough, it was Jackson. He walked toward us with steady steps, his expression calm.

Zoe Fitzgerald was the first to rush over with a flattering smile. "Mr. Reed, you really love Mrs. Reed. The second you heard she was upset, you came right away. Look, Mrs. Reed has been waiting for you forever."

At that, she pointed straight at Christina.

Jackson followed where she was pointing, glanced at Christina once, and then said in a low voice, "Honey, come here."

The moment he said that, everyone immediately grew excited. They all stared at Christina with pure envy.