My husband of 12 years kissed me goodbye and left on a work trip. 3 days passed, and I heard nothing. I was a mess.On the fourth day, the doorbell rang. I saw a man who looked exactly like my husband—same haircut, same muscular silhouette, same style of clean-cut suit. He introduced himself as the chief of the division my husband works at in the Intelligence Agency.,
Then he said, “Your husband is well. But it’s time for you to know that he is not who you think he is. He has been living under a fake identity for years as part of a mission, and now it’s time for him to leave the country.”I almost fainted—it felt like a nightmare,