THE OTHER MAN
The truth unraveled fast.
The man who looked like me wasn’t random.
He had a name.
Ethan Cole.
A private investigator hired by Hannah.
He had my suit.
My schedule.
My life.
Then the police arrived.
“Mr. Whitman, we need to ask about Ethan Cole.”
“Who is he?”
They showed me a photo.
A man who could pass as me from behind.
Then another.
Ethan entering the same hotel I’d used.
Wearing my suit.
My stomach dropped.
“He was hired by your wife,” the detective said.
Then my phone buzzed again.
A video.
Olivia—tied to a chair, terrified.
“Daniel,” she whispered. “I’m sorry…”
A man stepped behind her.
My face.
Almost.
“You should have stayed in Boston,” he said.
