The mistress smiled at me like she had already taken my marriage, my home, and my name. My mother-in-law leaned close and whispered, “Crawl into the gutter where you belong.”

screen with a bloody thumb. “Calling the board.”

Adrian’s face shifted.

Not much. Just enough.

I opened the encrypted app my father’s lawyers had installed five years earlier, after Vale Biotech nearly collapsed beneath Adrian’s vanity. A red folder appeared: Hostile Control Event.

Celeste frowned. “What is that?”

I looked at my husband, the man who believed continue reading …