I Accidentally Ruined the Villain’s Family

Three years. For three years, a stranger wore my skin, lived my life, and shattered my world. Today, I finally clawed my way back.

I flipped open my phone, my hands trembling as I scrolled through the cloud-saved security footage. The last three years played out in a horrifying montage:

2021: My daughter, my sweet Rosie, hurt herself for the first time. After that, she never spoke another word.

2022: My husband, Julian, crumbled into a clinical depression. He had me—or the thing wearing my face—sign the divorce papers.