The Dark Secret of My Perfect Husband
Language: en
Liam was my husband. We had been married for five years, and our love was as strong as ever. Until I received an anonymous video: a man's head was bashed in, his face a bloody mess, with several stab wounds on his body. If it weren't for the custom-made diamond ring on his ring finger, even I wouldn't have recognized Liam. At this moment, I was lying with my back to "Liam", desperately trying to stifle any sound. Who, then, was sleeping beside me? 1 "Nora, why aren't you asleep? Is the wound hurting again?" The gradually dimming phone screen reflected Liam's expressionless face. He stared…