When Ebony had lost her job and couldn't find work, I'd waved her in without a second thought—hired her as a live-in caretaker at five thousand dollars a month.
But now Caspar kept confusing them, and it was driving me out of my mind.
Ebony smiled. "But I don't want to leave."
"Even if your husband really does think I'm you, nothing would ever happen between us."
I believed her.
But later, when I wasn't home, she schemed her way into Caspar's bed with every trick she had.
When she saw me frozen in the doorway, face white as paper, staring at the two of them, her smile only grew wider. More vicious.
"Maud, your husband really does have stamina for days."
"He had his arms around me all night long. Wore me out completely."
"But don't get the wrong idea—he was totally out of it. He thought I was you, that's all..."
As she spoke, Ebony pulled her collar open, deliberately showing off the trail of hickeys across her skin.
Blood rushed to my head.
My fists clenched. Something inside me finally snapped. I grabbed the stool beside me and swung it at her head.
But before it could land, a hand clamped around my wrist.
Caspar.
"What do you think you're doing?"