Chapter 1

The night my brother, Logan, went to his fiancée’s house to finalize their wedding date, I invited him out for hotpot to help him destress.

Once we sat down, I teased him casually.

"Wow, Logan, since when do you have such a big appetite? You’re actually eating cilantro. Didn't you use to hate it?"

He smiled faintly, his voice flat and emotionless.

"Tastes change. It’s good to try new things once in a while."

As he spoke, he scooped a massive spoonful of peanut butter, slathered it over a slice of beef, and swallowed it whole.

My heart instantly seized. No one knew better than I did—

Logan had a severe, life-threatening peanut allergy. Even a trace amount would send him into anaphylactic shock. He hadn’t touched a single peanut product his entire life.

Suppressing the rising panic in my chest, I forced a smile and raised my glass.

"Come on, let’s toast to your upcoming wedding. Cheers!"

As I spoke, I discreetly double-tapped the bottom of my glass. This was a secret signal Logan and I had shared since we were kids.

But the man sitting across from me didn't notice at all. He simply clinked his glass against mine, tilted his head, and downed his drink.

I stared at his flawless, calm expression. Cold sweat broke out across my back.

The man in front of me was not Logan.

If he wasn't my brother... where on earth was the real Logan?

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