Chapter 1

On our fifth wedding anniversary, my husband Preston brought his mistress Stella home.

He bent down and slipped my pink fuzzy slippers onto Stella's feet, then said to me:

"Nora, go grab the latex pillow from the master bedroom for Stella. She has trouble sleeping in unfamiliar beds."

Anyone watching would've thought they were the married couple, and I was just the maid.

Right in front of me, they walked into the guest bedroom.

Not long after, their muffled moans drifted out.

I let out a cold laugh.

Five minutes later, I dialed a number.

"Mr. Sutton, that divorce agreement I asked you to draft—you can bring it over tonight."

There was a pause on the other end. "Ms. Hayes, you've finally made up your mind?"

I looked at the bouquet of anniversary roses I'd bought for myself on the table, and plucked off a wilted petal.

"Do me one more favor," I said softly. "That San Francisco project Preston's company has been chasing for two years—tell him the winning bid is in my hands."

Preston probably forgot that the reason he'd cruised through the business world for the past five years was never his own ability.

It was me.