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

Chapter 7

I watched Gabriel's pen glide across the last page, his signature flowing with the practiced ease of a man who signs million-dollar contracts daily. He didn't even glance at what he was signing. Why would he? In his mind, I was still the dutiful wife who handled the tedious paperwork, th

Chapter 8

The penthouse was silent as dawn crept through the floor-to-ceiling windows. I imagined Gabriel would be waking soon, reaching across the empty sheets where I should have been. By now, he would have called my phone dozens of times, each call met with the hollow echo of my voicemail greet