Cole
It was definitely her face.
The air in my office seemed to grow thinner, suffocating me as I stared at the image Philip had placed in front of me. It wasn't possible.
"She looks just like her," I muttered under my breath, the words tasting foreign. My chest tightened, the storm inside me roaring louder.
The woman staring back at me was stunning. Breathtaking, even. Her face was sharp and confident, radiating an aura of power and resilience that Yasmin never quite possessed. And yet, I couldn't ignore the familiarity. The resemblance was uncanny.
Her eyes were the same. A piercing shade of hazel that had once made me question everything I thought I knew about love. Her beauty, her body, even the way she carried herself. It all mirrored Yasmin.
But there was something about this w
