She showed up to sign the divorce papers in her eighth month of pregnancy… and then watched her husband marry his mistress that same day, smiling as if he’d lost everything… What she didn’t know was that she was leaving carrying with her a secret that would destroy everything she thought she’d achieved.

She smiled slightly at the word “trust,” because after everything she’d been through, that word seemed almost strange and tinged with irony.

“Give me five minutes,” she whispered, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath, letting the memories come flooding back without losing her composure.

He remembered the hidden rental receipts, the late-night meetings that always seemed prearranged, and the phone calls that ended as soon as he entered the room.

Then he remembered that day in April when he saw Ashley Monroe walk out of that building, straightening her blouse and smiling as if she had finally gotten what she wanted.

Ashley had been her college roommate, a woman who had always admired her life with excessive attention, and now that admiration had turned into something far more destructive.

A few knocks on the window made her jump, and there he was, Gregory Hale, dressed in an impeccable suit, his self-confident smile now mask-like.