I received a 25-year prison sentence for a crime I didn’t commit. My husband stood beside his pregnant mistress while my mother-in-law pretended to cry. I calmly revealed one secret. The officers froze, and the prosecutor shouted, “Stop the transfer!”

“The company is doing wonderfully without you. We’ve already chosen a penthouse in Dubai. Khloe and I are starting a family.”

He placed a hand over her stomach.

“We’re having a boy.”

I looked at him.

“Congratulations.”

My calm response irritated him.

“That’s all you have to say?”

“What would you prefer?”

Beatrice lifted her hand toward the glass.

“Maybe she’d like to compliment my ring.”

I recognized it immediately.

My mother’s favorite emerald.

“Looks lovely,” I replied.

Beatrice’s smile faded.

She’d wanted tears.

I refused to give her any.

Silas moved closer.

“You know, Eleanor, I used to think you were the smartest woman I’d ever met.”

I watched him.

“But you made one enormous mistake.”

“Which was?”

“You trusted me.”

He laughed softly.

And something inside me became perfectly still.

“You’re right,” I said.

For a moment, Silas looked surprised.