The Seventh Shadow

Three years into our marriage, the perfect husband I thought I had suddenly disappeared.

While clearing out his study, I found the walls covered with photos of victims.

Beneath each one was a label: "Collection Number."

The newest photo was of my best friend.

The police showed me their evidence. "Ma'am, your husband has seven identities."

Someone chuckled in the darkness. "Darling, guess which identity I was when I fell in love with you?"