His Perfect Lie, My Shattered World

I thought I had the perfect marriage to Emerson Gonzales, the most powerful man in the music industry. When the doctor confirmed our baby had a strong, healthy heartbeat, I felt like the luckiest woman alive.

That was before I discovered the truth. I wasn't his wife; I was a substitute. A perfect imitation of his cousin Gisele, who had been in a coma for three years.

The baby wasn't meant to be mine, either. It was a "legacy" for Gisele, a gift for when she woke up.

And when she did wake up, my life became a living hell.