He Married Me Because I Resembled His Late Wife

"Brother, I’m sorry for everything. Please… take me home. I’m willing to do anything for you." My voice was barely a whisper, my grip tightening around the phone.

A deep sigh came from the other end. "Of course, Zoe. You’re always home. I’ll prepare everything… one week. Just hold on."

One week. That was all I had to endure before I could escape this prison—before I could be free of Cameron Smith.

For five years, I had been nothing more than a shadow of his dead wife, a replacement he never truly wanted.