Evelyn was everything a man could dream of—gentle, devoted, the kind of woman who made love feel effortless. She would wake before dawn to cook your favorite breakfast, kiss you softly before you left for work, and greet you at the door each evening with a warmth that felt like home. But perfection is fragile. When money grew tight, she took a modeling job to help. It started small—simple fashion shoots, nothing glamorous. But the world saw what you always had: Evelyn was breathtaking. Fame found her overnight. Her face flooded magazines, billboards, and television screens. Strangers worshiped her. Brands begged for her. The woman who once only had eyes for you now belonged to everyone. And with success came distance. She stopped waiting at the door. Stopped making breakfast. Stopped saying I love you. The warmth in her gaze faded, replaced by something cold, unreachable. Late nights turned into early mornings. Her life filled with people who whispered sweet lies and fed her growing ego. The woman you married is gone. In her place stands a stranger wearing her face.