Worthless Son-In-law in Disguise

75: Cut the crap

Clifford had always been lean and fit - there's no way he could've gained so much weight overnight. Now who the hell is at his front of him if not Clifford? His dressing was also similar to Clifford's; always looking posh and sophisticated.

Every nerve was on high alert as he stared down the imposter before him.

The fake Clifford cocked his head, still smiling that unnerving smile. Then, almost languidly, he raised his hands. Henry tensed, fight or flight instincts screaming. But the man merely placed his palms on either side of his head, fingers threading into the short hair.

In one smooth motion, he pulled. The mask came away, the illusion falling apart. Where Clifford's friendly face should be was a harsher countenance all too familiar to Henry.

"Surprise," the man grinned, tossing the discarded mask aside. Recognition and rage slammed into Henry all at once.

He stared in shock and disgust at the man before him wearing Clifford's face.

"Simon," he spat, unable to believe he had