Three years into our marriage, I discovered that my husband didn't breathe and had no heartbeat.
He was perfect, like a lifelike doll.
Then I opened the safe and found a death certificate.
Deceased: Su Wan.
That was my name.
It turned out the real me had died in a car accident three years ago, an accident they called “unfortunate.”
And I was only a replacement.
My gentle husband was an actor, and our perfect marriage was a lie.
The person behind it all closes in at every turn, while ghostly figures lurk in old photographs.
I play someone else's part as I search for my own identity.
This time, I'll make every murderer pay.
