The Woman With My Face

Synopsis

I ended up in a coma for five years after being critically injured trying to save my family from a fire. When I finally woke up, my skin was ravaged by infection and decay, and my face, once hailed as Valeria's top beauty, was now nothing but a scarred ruin. But not one of the family members I'd risked my life for ever came to see me. I was half-paralyzed, humiliated by the nurses, and incontinent. The only visitor I had was my husband, Edison Lawson, strolling in with the other woman, laughing at how pathetic I'd become. "Keeping you alive is just so you know—sometimes living is worse than dying," he sneered. The next moment, he strode over to the woman who was my spitting image. "Melissa, look, the arsonist is right here!" he called out. She had my face and my name. But she was not me.