I was the perfect stand-in for the missing wife of a wealthy businessman, and I played her for three years.
Learn her favorite piano music for him and imitate the curve of her smile.
On the night of our three-year anniversary, he caressed my face with drunken eyes and whispered: "Stop pretending to be her."
Early the next morning, I was carrying my luggage and preparing to leave, but I bumped into the real hostess at the gate.
She smiled and hugged him, as if she was showing off a trophy: "His affectionate confession yesterday, the effect was not bad?"
