The crisp legal document felt cold in Amelia' s hands-their prenup, signed five years ago, a formality that now held the key to her shattered life.
She' d just discovered David, her architect husband, was a fraud, living a meticulously crafted web of lies with his mistress, Sarah.
The truth had twisted her gut: a sly voicemail from Sarah in David' s car, a Chanel pearl earring in his suit, and a house blueprint glowing on his phone, planning a future that brutally excluded her.