My Lying Wife in Disguise
After my wife died, I stayed on as a chauffeur for a female CEO just to keep myself and our daughter fed.
Five years later, an anonymous message reached my phone: [Tonight. Eight o'clock. The little garden. There's a surprise waiting for you.]
I didn't know what to make of it, but curiosity won out, and I went anyway.
The moment eight o'clock struck, I looked through the window and watched the CEO peel a mask of human-like skin off her own face.
Underneath it was, unmistakably, the face of my dead wife.
Beside her, Marcus Kane shot me a scornful look before pulling her into his arms.
"Sweetheart, you're too good to me," he said. "Giving up your husband and daughter, hiding your identit