Chapter 1

I have face blindness.

My husband was a long-haul truck driver, always on the road.

But every time he came home, it was like he was a completely different person.

Sometimes, he was like a madman fresh out of lockup, pinning me against the wall the moment he walked in, his movements harsh, like he wanted to devour me whole.

Other times, he’d hold me with red-rimmed eyes, whispering how he didn’t want to hurt me, yet his hands roamed, setting every nerve ending on fire.

And sometimes, he’d slowly, deliberately, untie his tie, toss me onto the bed, his voice cold and deep:

“Lie still, legs open.”

I always thought it was just the immense stress from his job, pushing him to the brink of a breakdown.

Until the day their logistics company went public.

Three tall men, looking exactly alike, stood neatly in my living room.

They all claimed to be my husband.

My mind went completely blank.

These three faces, utterly indistinguishable to me, which one was my actual truck-driving husband?