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It’s crazy how quickly things can change. One day, I had the perfect marriage, the perfect husband, the perfect house. A perfect life in a perfectly safe suburbia neighborhood. Only thing is Oliver wasn’t perfect, nothing was. Not beyond its shiny, attractive surface anyway. I hated him with every ounce of my being. In my mind, my options were limited…at least that’s what I told myself. How I justified the carnage when faced with the things I’d done.

Oliver Neilson has been missing for five months now. Five months of peace I hadn’t known for years. They say I did it. I hear their whispers, see their judgmental stares. The police hear it too. It’s only a matter of time before I have to atone for every lie, every misdeed. That was until he showed up. Those honey-colored eyes, the small freckle on the left side of his nose near the tip. He’s a perfect replica of my husband. I should be happy, relieved even, but I’m not. I’m horrified. Because that could not possibly be Oliver Neilson.