Felix Shaw was silent, but his expression wasn’t as relaxed as I’d imagined.
After a long pause, he spoke, as if making a crucial decision.
“Don’t mess around. You’re wearing white clothes like before. I won’t fail to recognize you.”
“I won’t divorce you.”
“Really?” I forced a smile and looked up at him.
He probably forgot about the document I’d handed him this morning.
I just put on a wig and changed my clothes.
Felix Shaw assumed I was the new secretary.
He signed the divorce agreement without even glancing at it. He even asked me to clean out the safety in his studies.
Felix Shaw meticulously cut out the photo of Claire Green from yesterday’s magazine.
I opened the safe, and it was filled with reports about Claire Green.
Some in red, some in blue, some in black.
No matter how Claire Green dressed, Felix Shaw could recognize her.
The oldest photo was of Claire Green in high school.
She wore a white dress and had long, straight black hair.
She looked exactly like the look I’d painstakingly maintained for the past three years.
Lost in thought, Felix Shaw took my hand and said, “Sarah Grant, I won’t lose you again.”
I curled my lips sarcastically, about to open my mouth to explain everything.