Beneath the Skin
Language: en
Five years into our marriage, I believed I had the most perfect life imaginable. My wife was gentle and devoted—and she wore the same face as my first love, the woman who died years ago. I told myself it was a gift from the universe. Compensation for everything I had lost. Then, on our wedding anniversary, an anonymous package arrived at our door. No bomb inside. Just a bloodstained ring, and a photograph of a woman burned beyond recognition. On the back of the photo, someone had written words that turned my blood to ice: "What kind of monster are you holding every night?" Chapter 1 On…