He Gave Me a New Face

The headlights were the last thing I saw before my "perfect" life shattered against the frozen asphalt of the Aspen City Market. One moment, I was Willow Hart—social media’s golden girl, the devoted wife celebrating ten years of marriage. The next, I was a broken heap in the slush, the echoes of my husband’s laughter with my best friend still ringing in my ears. I woke up in a world of sterile white, my face encased in bandages and my throat a ruin of scar tissue. But the real nightmare began when the gauze came off. Kyle didn’t just save my life; he stole my identity, surgically carving his mistress’s features into my skin while the world hailed him as a saint. They think I’m a broken, submissive doll. They think I don’t know about the stolen inheritance, the fake infertility, or the hundred days of betrayal. They’re wrong. Underneath this borrowed face, a survivor is waking up, and she is patient enough to watch them burn.