At 3:00 AM my husband's lover sent me a photo to destroy me, but I forwarded it to the whole Board of Executives of his company...
At exactly 3:07 a.m., my phone buzzed across the marble bedside table beside me.
Not loud enough to wake the entire Beverly Hills mansion. Just enough to wake a wife who had spent seven years learning how to sleep beside a man who lied with terrifying ease.
I reached for the glowing screen in the dark.
One photo.
Sent from an unknown number.
But I already knew who it was.
Vanessa Carter.
My husband Ethan’s personal aide. The same woman he once introduced at a charity gala in Los Angeles as “the most dedicated employee in the company.” The woman who laughed too softly at his jokes, lingered too close during meetings, and smiled at me like someone silently measuring the curtains in my home.
“Already underway.” P2
