The Husband's Secret Game

My husband, Julian, a brilliant but reserved academic, and I, Eleanor, an artist obsessed with miniature dioramas, had built a quiet, seemingly perfect life together.

Until she arrived.

Isabelle Thorne, a character from an old gothic romance Julian was researching, took my body.

One moment, I was sketching a new miniature, the next, I was a horrified ghost, watching her claim my life.

She moved into my home, used my voice, wore my face, but her eyes held a cruel triumph.

She was an actress, and my life was her stage.

Helpless, I watched my husband fall deeper into her web.