“I need you to lie for me,” she whispered.
I should have said no.
I was a Brooklyn electrician with rent due Friday, grease under my fingernails, and no business stepping into the life of a woman who looked like she had already survived one public humiliation too many.
But then she said his name.
Alex.
And everything changed.
PART 1
“Would you pretend to be my husband?” Hannah asked, and the diner went so quiet I could hear the neon sign buzzing over the window.
I stared at her like she had just handed me a live wire.
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