Synopsis
I was still at the office finishing reports when a message from my husband’s assistant, Madison Parker, popped up on my phone. Attached was a photo: her in a revealing bikini, pressed against my husband on a beach in Maui, smiling like she had already won.
The caption was meant to sting. Sarah, Ethan says I’m the one he loves. He told me not to tell you, but you’re so pathetic I almost feel bad.
I studied the picture for three silent seconds—then smiled.
Without a word, I forwarded it to the 24-hour print shop downstairs with a simple instruction: Print 100 copies. 11×17. Glossy, full color. Rush.
An hour later, I walked through every floor of the company and posted those photos where no one could possibly miss them.
