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The bull market had made Ethan wealthy, but it hadn't made him whole. That's what Maya saw in the lines crisscrossing his palm—success etched deep, but something fraying at the edg...
She watched his hair thinning at the temples, silver threads claiming territory in the territorial war of their marriage. David sat on the edge of the bed, his back to her, the rad...
The padel ball thudded against the glass wall, a hollow echo in the empty court. Marcos adjusted his grip on the racket, sweat stinging his eyes. Three years ago, Elena would have ...
Elena had become something she never thought she'd be: the kind of woman who checked her husband's iPhone while he slept. The spy in her own marriage. Not that she'd found anythin...
Marcus stood by the edge of the pool, nursing a whiskey that had gone watery twenty minutes ago. The summer air hung heavy and still, and somewhere in the distance, he could hear t...
The windmill hat had seemed like a good idea in the boutique mirror—a whimsical fuck-you to the corporate rooftop gala where Maya now stood, champagne flute sweating against her pa...
Maya hadn't felt the urge to cry in three years, not since the day Marcus walked out with nothing but a cardboard box and that damn leather jacket. But standing in the bathroom of ...
The spinach wilted in her takeout container, dark green leaves turning slimy against the plastic. Elena pushed the salad away, her appetite another casualty of the quarterly review...
Elara had been a spy for twelve years, though she preferred the term "corporate intelligence consultant." It sounded cleaner. Less like betrayal, more like commerce. The assignmen...
Elena smoothed the silk blazer for the third time, feeling the imposter syndrome like a lead vitamin supplement lodged in her throat. At 38, she was the youngest VP in the firm's h...
Elena had been watching him for three months through the fiber optic cable, a ghost in his living room, paid by his wife to confirm what she already knew. Marcus was indeed sleepin...
The pyramid-shaped glass tower rose above Chicago's skyline like some ancient monument to capitalism. Elena stood on the forty-second floor balcony, nursing her third drink, watchi...