He Faked His Split Personality. Mine Was Real

For three years, my husband Adrian blamed "Dean," his alter, every time he ran to Chloe. 587 lies. I swallowed them all—until I heard him laugh about faking it. What he didn't know: I have DID too, and my doctor says the "me" who loves him is dying fast. When my alter Annie takes over, she settles every score—one slap, one exposed fraud, one bankruptcy at a time. He begs. I board a flight to see the Northern Lights. Alone. Finally free.