Chapter 4

The sun cast shimmering diamonds across the surface of our rooftop infinity pool as I arranged the table for lunch. My hands trembled slightly as I placed the sterling silver caviar server beside the chilled bottle of rosé. Three settings—one for Gabriel, one for Sophia, and one for me.

Chapter 5

The Hamptons house had always been my sanctuary—the one place where Gabriel seemed to soften, where memories of our early love lingered in the salt air. But that morning, as smoke filled the kitchen, I realized even this haven had been corrupted.

I'd been preparing brunch, my hands work

Chapter 6

I'd become invisible in my own home, but that had its advantages. Gabriel and Sophia no longer bothered to hide things from me—I was furniture, a ghost haunting the periphery of their perfect life. This carelessness would be their undoing.

The opportunity came when Sophia left her desig