Evelyn stared at the bright red words on the laptop screen. Her heart pounded fast against her ribs as the strange message flashed in the dark, quiet hospital room.

"Your wife's real identity isn't who you think it is."

Her hands hovered over the keyboard, trembling slightly. She looked at the small black attachment icon right below the text line, blinking like a trap waiting to snap shut. A tiny voice in her head whispered to click it. Who could be sending this kind of toxic poison to Julian late at night? Was it Marcus trying to plant lies to destroy their love? Was it another desperate trick from Chloe...