What it is about
My fingers were icy as I clutched the crumpled “voluntary confession” in my hand.
On the TV in the living room, my husband, Simon Alvaro, faced the camera with a look of righteous indignation.
“The company's money was embezzled by Reina. To escape punishment, she slandered Jasmine. Jasmine is my wife—she's carrying my child. I won't allow anyone to hurt her!”
Jasmine was my assistant.
The woman my husband had fallen in love with.
The woman who had stolen my identity as his wife.
