The Perfect Stranger In My Bed

My husband finally came home after being stationed abroad for ten long years.

I should have been thrilled. But the exact moment he stepped through the door, every single hair on my arms stood on end.

Ten years. And he hadn't aged a single day.

At first, I tried to calm myself down. I told myself he just had great genetics, or maybe a really expensive skincare routine. But as the days went on, the red flags started piling up.

Ten years ago, my husband was sickly. He would get winded just walking to the mailbox, and he suffered from chronic, agonizing stomach ulcers.