Chapter 1: The Photo at 3:07
At exactly 3:07 a.m., my phone buzzed across the marble nightstand.
Not loud enough to wake the entire Beverly Hills mansion.
But loud enough to wake a woman who had spent seven years sleeping beside a man who lied beautifully.
I opened my eyes and reached for the glowing screen.
One photo.
Sent from an unknown number.
But I didn’t need the contact saved to know exactly who it was.
Vanessa Carter.
My husband’s executive assistant.
The same woman Ethan Whitmore had once introduced at a Los Angeles gala as “the most loyal employee in the company.” The woman who laughed too softly at his jokes, stood too close during meetings, and smiled at me like she was already imagining herself living inside my house.
I opened the image.
There she was, stretched across a luxury hotel bed inside a penthouse suite at The Peninsula Beverly Hills. Continue Reading ⬇️
