Introduction

My husband, Ethan, a New York tech mogul, was having a blatant affair with Tiffany, his "assistant."

Tired of the humiliation, I cancelled her company credit cards and booked her a one-way ticket to a remote Bali wellness retreat.

His retaliation was swift and brutal. He had my parents, John and Mary, kidnapped from their Montana home.

He sent me a video: them tied up in a dilapidated barn, a digital timer ominously counting down. "Tell me where Tiffany is, Sarah, or your parents' retirement ends now."

Terrified, I confessed. He then coldly directed me to an abandoned lodge upstate where he claimed they were.

Rushing there, the structure collapsed as I reached them – a trap. My father was severely injured shielding us.

At the hospital, Dad reminded me of our ironclad prenup: Ethan's infidelity meant immediate divorce and a massive settlement, including properties. My parents had insisted on it.

I'd been naive, thinking I could reclaim my dignity with a small act of defiance. Instead, I'd endangered my family.

But Ethan had underestimated me, and the foresight of my small-town parents.

The game was about to change. My escape, and his downfall, began now.