I received a shocking phone call one day from a man claiming to be my grandfather. “You’re my grandfather?” I asked, stunned. My mother had passed away years ago, and I had no other known family. He explained that he found me through a DNA test and wanted to meet.

When we met, he revealed that my father, Peter, had died in a car accident after falling in love and planning to marry. “We had no way to reach you,” he said, explaining their inability to contact my mother. Eager to connect, I accepted his offer to work at his publishing company.

I quickly married a man named Alex, introduced by my grandfather’s caretaker. Everything seemed perfect until one night, I found a stranger in my bed. “Who are you?!” I exclaimed. The man revealed that he was the real Alex, and my “husband” was actually his brother Todd, a fraudster who had married me under a false identity.

Todd and his accomplice Mary were arrested. Eventually, I developed a real relationship with the true Alex, and we married.