The relief washed over Lena as Cassandra’s expression confirmed her recognition of the uncanny resemblance; she too had noticed. It wasn’t just her imagination; that man truly looked like her late husband. But the reality remained that he couldn’t be her husband.
She stared at the business card in her hands, the one he had given her. It bore the name “Nathan Jones” in bold letters, indicating that he was the Chief Executive Officer of a staffing and recruitment company. It was a far cry from what her Gabriel had been doing. He had always been passionate about working with people and helping them, which led him to work at a shelter for ex-convicts, assisting them in reintegrating into society as smoothly as possible. This man, Nathan Jones, was clearly not her husband.
Unless, Lena thought to herself with a chuckle, he had undergone a drastic transformation and faked his own death to start an entirely new life under a new identity. The idea seemed too far-fetched, but in the midst of her confusion, it brought a moment of humor.