CAROLINE MORALES
I never imagined the next person to show up at our door would be Leticia, Joseph’s ex-wife.
Jo and I were just stepping into the cozy living room when Jason headed to answer the doorbell. He swung the door open, and there stood Leticia on the other side.
I recognized her face instantly, not just from old photos Jo had shown me, but from all the sneaky online stalking I’d done.
I couldn’t help myself. I had spent hours scrolling through her profiles.
Leticia was a dazzling lifestyle and fashion star, practically a celebrity. Her face graced magazine covers, her skin glowing like smooth butter, always soft, supple, and seemingly untouched by time.
She had this radiant, ageless beauty that made her stand out.
I would never confess to Jo or anybody that I made fake s
